shadows and shades of grey
land upon suits and faces...
codeword languages spoken in
darkened, smoke-filled corridors.

the blueprint to a powerless land
unrolled
scrutinized
pointed to and planned on.

divorce us from empowerment,
effectiveness, productiveness--
seat us in slackjawed service jobs...
knowing well we always take
the well-beaten path of convenience,
like rats taking, feasting on garbage.

you can't bring change with complacency,
you can't threaten the gears with wrenches
when they don't let you near the cogs.



[kill the machine. take your life back.]

NB @ 9:03 AM

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