Rejected Dialogue of the Scavengers

FOR ME:
What it is made of
A lot of wagging tongues

What it is for
Herding the animals

But why;
Borrow something from others
Like how to herd us and them;
Scavengers
And make it my own
Even if it is oversize
It is undersize;

Their waste is our conserve
A lot of wagging tongues,
Herding the animals,
Out-of-sized borrowed stuffs;
Am I even capable of dialogue
Me, an animal?

Extreme measures make us think
We can be human beings.

FOR YOU:
Where do wagging tongues belong to
Everybody,
Even extortionists and pigs
and puppets and drug addicts

What they are of
Nothing

But why;
Are you not conscious
The drainage you are living in
And you, talking about the palaces?
There is no room for dialogue
In your bloody shit-hole.
Scavengers,
Fight and die.

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