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Day Job
Burning rivers
floating behind
my eyes
Fenced in by the
limitations of
burden
There is only language
to destroy
Conceptual constructs the
cutting block
where all dreams must go
to die
From dirt mansions hunger
grows
awaiting a revolution
or a dirty bomb
or anything to mute the banality
of dying in a suit
floating behind
my eyes
Fenced in by the
limitations of
burden
There is only language
to destroy
Conceptual constructs the
cutting block
where all dreams must go
to die
From dirt mansions hunger
grows
awaiting a revolution
or a dirty bomb
or anything to mute the banality
of dying in a suit
Published 5th Feb 2014
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6th Feb 2014 5:05am
Wonderful reflective piece on the human condition and the grind of it all
