#LostSoul

He doesn’t know for sure
Why he does it so much
But to him it’s common
Often tied deep to his soul
He’s never known why its so hard
Because it takes much longer,
Than telling the truth.
He lies.
.
This other one he was born with
It’s actually in his genes
All the signs he got
Are of cannibalism
Just like he does sex
Food
And drugs
He craves violence
.
To most thieves
Need motivates theft
For him
Its by the thrill of it
He can for sure do without it
He can easily afford not to but
He steals.
.
To him
Honesty is neither a virtue
Nor a moral issue
He got the power in the wedlock
Wired to want sex a lot
His wife can never
Satisfy that want
He cheats.
.
To keep social ties
Baboons groom each other
As a social glue
He does talk a lot to others
The goal not truth or accuracy
Its the bond that it can forge
Though at the expense of a third party
He gossips.
.
To his brains
Betting is hardwired
His brain is triggered
With the close_misses
He doesn’t consider losses
He sees a win being delivered
Instead of stopping by a loss
He changes the game plan
And bets even more
He gambles.
He is a lost soul.

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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