but the sun is
not the face of god
the low drone of planes
off in the distance
soft walls of consciousness
and
memory that i push against
on these scorched summer
afternoons
children ignorant and
starving in a
land where ignorance and
starvation are rights
given at birth
more laws for greater
freedom
bigger wars for better
selection
what good is money, really,
without all of the bright
shiny shit it
can buy?
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