Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Sickness

The antithesis of an illness.filtered laments,
angels vs. demons.death of allegiance,
beasts of the moon the midst-
of deadly vice grips.built by sane psychos,
chips in your cell phone.mass control,
they used to lick the paper.the currency-
chirps in through a network.there is no net worth,
when your outsourced from the source and
you can’t search outside your media sets plotted course,
its all age mechanics.rockets in the air-
manifest death.the despots pledge: to leave truths empty chair-
rotting fresh.knowledge escapes from the frame-
like carbons from the breath.the dioxide stains-
the lining of your grey matters flesh.
the pain keeps you honest.
the cure bottled for profit$.

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