Tall orders

We are overblown thinkers
Properly moved by logic
Those of us that think in this way
Using thought to regulate a sorry route
Following white lines catching cats eyes
Refueled along the way
A road just to get some where
Somehow oblivious to suffering
Despite everything that has happened

It is a soul less task living
Reason its measure
The butcher most of all
Nothing wasted
Even tall orders get fufilled

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