These Incessant Barbarians

These Incessant Barbarians, and Endlessly Talking Heads floating like stars in earths exosphere. while we attempt to comprehend our most basic existence.

It's vile and polluted down here on the surface where gravity rides everything. Sucking us down. Restricting our feelings and freedoms to float, and just be.

Everyone here talks of war and the size of their television set they witness it on, of monetary well being and their cosmic jar of vacuum cleaner dust.

some day, we'll rob them blind and eat their fat children while they sleep, and bring a most bitter end to such thoughtless inbreeding, and mindless existence.

When they are no longer conscious of what we are not, we'll bury them next to their beloved ancestors and dance a glorious dance over their wretched decay.