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Administration
Semi-comatose
Stoned cronies
Dedicate toasts
Exaggerate boasts
Exploits conjured
from defensive vapor
as brains disable
Self-realization
We’re all slave-labor
To whom do we all cater?
Immobilizing Institutions
Run by biological pollution
I guess technically
They are human
Yet they’ve chosen,
Or have been conditioned
To abandon
Contact with inner
Exploitation inhibition
Spiritual Conscience
Only We
Are miraculously given
In place at conception
Performing at full function
Way before we develop
Physical vision
An unfathomable gift
Administrators tragically ditch
Just to quell the itch
To strike it rich
Self-confessed
Comfort Creatures
Taking paths risk-less
Expect
their sacrifice at trying to
Control the MESS
To bring them insured health
Slightly immodest wealth
From decades spent
Regurgitation
Cubicle stench
Published 28th Jan 2013
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11th Mar 2015 6:36pm
I really like the way this poem is written out. The strong words used in it can be felt as someone reads it. Really good.
11th Mar 2015 6:47pm
11th Mar 2015 6:49pm
Sigh...........the last stanza pulled it all together for me...and all I can do is shake my head.
11th Mar 2015 7:34pm
