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The Ides of April
hungry without ambition
we walk heavily trafficked
ramshackle scaffolds
gainfully employed derelicts
without respect for the talons that feed
a hint of bondage
pervades commercial action
currency is cotten,
our thoughts and bodies
hammered into bizarre forms
of preternatural adaptation
perfectly molded to effortlessly glean
future non-bio-degradeable refuse
from pre-fab contraptions
shat out in every nightmarish fashion
of industrial contortion
by Our Founding Father`s
vile capitalistic machine
us plain folk
spend decade eating eras
playing ski-ball,
each booth fixed to score "10"
on the vast majority of rolls
the I.R.S. looms
as Our unforgiving whip-wielding over-seer
relentlessly prodding masses
through hollow scenarios
squeezing us dry,
blindfolding Us from
the dizzying potential
we possess through
our most robust years of existence
oh how we get excited
when the refunds come in,
"I just got three grand
of my own money back
after it was used to accrue interest
to put towards more
innocent bystander killing drones,
slap me Five comrade!!!"
we hang on by our teeth
for 30 years or more,
til we collect our gold-watches,
social-insecurity
and belly-flop sofa-surf
through digital renditions
of natural panoramas and situations
we wish we had experienced first-hand
when we still harboured a modicum of
testosterone/estrogen
in our economically destined rinds.
When I die, just melt me down,
use me to grease the gears
of a cheese doodle factory.
Amen
Published 17th Mar 2013
| Edited 18th Mar 2013
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17th Mar 2013 2:20pm
Wow. This piece sounds like it could come from Soylent Green movie. This very industrious.
17th Mar 2013 2:34pm
Anonymous
17th Mar 2013 3:01pm
you are brilliant
18th Mar 2013 8:42pm
18th Mar 2013 4:00am
Scathing realism I concur with Kitty up there!!!
Awesome write...now I'm depressed and feel like calling in sick for work tomorrow...
Awesome write...now I'm depressed and feel like calling in sick for work tomorrow...
18th Mar 2013 8:42pm
wow -- Im blown away by the support Im getting --
thank you so much.
Im an anarchist at heart -- but truth be told,
I`d probably be complaining about something else
amidst the joyous chaos.
thank you so much.
Im an anarchist at heart -- but truth be told,
I`d probably be complaining about something else
amidst the joyous chaos.
