knee
deep with angels, in the mirror
I
assign myself
to
humankind's
port-a-potty
purgatory
with
a miner's light
and
a dictionary
I
don't mind
the
stink
of
our demons
so
much as the gilded filth
of
a money market system
having
finite resources
causes
greed
to
be globally endemic
needing
a fence and
reasoning
to keep others out
this
is the ultimate
nerve
tonic and
its
only cost is
every
living heart and soul
so
we turn on our televisions
and
we buy into segmented
holiday
hatred and
we
find a corner
to
protect with guns and
limited
fatal vision
because
you see
the
dark doesn't care
what
your motivations are
as
long as you target
someone
else to blame
EJR
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