they poison us
[the government allows this for a cut of the profits]
hijacking your self respect,
duct taping its hands,
slitting its throat
replacing it with apathy
...and by the mouthful,
by the bucket--
it will extinguish entire bloodlines
cherishing
every stomachful
and paying
full
price.
blast furnace fundraiser
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
1 Comments:
neal, this is SUCH an amazing poem. i especially love this part:
"and i know
you know
i don't think of you at all,
and i smile when i think
of how much that hurts you."
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