Saturday, February 18, 2012

Flummoxed The Batting: Hire a Deer-Mongering Saint...

Markets selling fruits
are telling of the society's
economic dissociation.
It is as if the people
chewed through the
metal of zinc to
attain the questioning
remarks of the same.
Level with the offices,
the sky-scraper apartments,
For their shadows obliterate
the literate and remake
the same minds. Clones
are nothing more
then a copy-paste cheat
as a fast-forward the
economic shame.
I would love to prove
to the world that we are
far beyond hate.
However, emotions still
brew midst the sidewalks
of cities, in the weeds of the west,
and swamps of the south.

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