The more I get to know

people,

the less they do exist,

people;

cells, muscles, tendons & deceit,

people,

identifying with illusive contraband identities,

people,

peacock personalities, the side-effects of bodily harm's

people,

the shadow plays of electric sparks in brusied-up brains'

people,

the naked marching wartime feet of Homo sapiens primates'

people,

the forlorn auto-immune believers in real-life existence

people,

though they're just bogus thinking Samsaric mist & dust

people,

so the less I get to meet this kind of Homo sapiens people

people,

the better off I see I am without these gory people

people

I feel much better with just a mouse

in my house

and a bird in my brain,

travelling the path of the illegaly insane,

realizing there is not a thing to gain

with eight billion so-called people existing in vain

No, I withdraw with myself and a mouse in my house

and the chirping bird that keeps chirping in my brain!