arbitrary coppers buttons
police in wool coats
going through the waste papers
masts of the ship straight gloat
float roasts in the GOAT's throat
if a boot don’t crush it
toasted boasting to cheers
recourse absent spine and it’s
prison bars for the fairest of them all
we again started gone again
and the right stuff makes its way
to wet lips and throat of the featurette
we’re bringing cheese to the party opiate
of the masses right in the sliced package wreckage
flaccid mad grab-assed around haven’t found it yet
like a plane that never leaves the ground
we cough and fight until the sun goes down
feverish with too much energy to spare
it feels like the sun
a hair’s width away from blasting in
making forests into toothpicks cinders
the bark of one tree makes aspirin
another heats a house another builds one
and the tithe we pay is
not enough air to breathe
pump that gas up into the sky
why cry when we’ll all die at the same time
everybody holding hands and singing songs
to the masses the masses
he passes horrified
too long until the blonde moon sets
on the graveyard passes
when everything passes for a graveyard
the trees bow low in the courtyard
ready set go
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