Too Easy

Some things are just too easy.
No thought, not effort,
no appointments to be kept
Gliding around through the eaves
with our instincts, not wings
we can start small and never stop
unable to discriminate
between the ripe and the rot
it grows and grows
without eating a thing
you step on its heart
it still keeps beating

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