life is as soft as down feather pillows
every day we are given carte blanche
break free and do as you please wherever
you fall something starts again
what doesn’t kill you is a game to play
shit in the street if you wish spit in the
eye of authority always watching
cloud the lens with vilest effluvia
if taking from the rich to feed the poor
is somehow unfair churning the poor on
the wheel of progress to squeeze out labor
is proportionally atrocity
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