Friday, January 28, 2022

Timeless

commodities
planned obsolescence 
the irony
of our senescence
in plastic trash
and ocean bin
or dig a hole
and throw it in
holy war
fucking joke
righteous cloud
of noxious smoke
haste makes waste
stoke the flames
scorch the earth
and hell’s the same
the market’s hand
in boom or bust
church or bank
in god we trust

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