Sacks of Flesh

I'm helpless
          ~ surrounded by useless sacks of flesh
          incapable of coherent, cohesive, constructive thought.

I'm irritated
          ~ dumfounded, struck by the meaninglessness
          by lengthy moments of stupidity, of violence, of ignorance

I'm angered
          ~ moved to ire beyond comprehension
          ferociously, maddeningly, furiously, unable to cope.

I'm awestruck
          ~ dazed and delirious at the thought of them
          they are worthless, thoughtless, senseless.


And I am saddened by it all.