Look here and see,
A fine exemplar of humanity,
My form built on spent casings and pollcards,
There is a hole in my heart,
I dare to say it can’t be filled,
I do my part in the consumption,
My right hand here holds fossils and blood diamonds,
Funds for the campaign,
My left still gripping the throat of nature,
Giving toasts to the gurgling,
It may be crass to say,
We were born to rule,
Or so we gaslight ourselves,
Sitting on thrones of pork and beef,
With cruor and tallow on our lips,
It’s dirty work being human,
But taxes have to be paid,
So here I march on,
Boots leaving bloody tracks in the snow,
As a fine exemplar of humanity.
WorldofHarley 
“There is a hole in my heart,
I dare to say it can’t be filled,”
I love these two lines. Excellent writing!
Thank you so much my friend. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin