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!