In all that I do every morning a mad scramble for stimulation leaves me blank
this zombie culture of disgust and wealth pushes me forward on the aesthetic
awoken by all my senses and others not know to man
this anaesthetized way of going happy and glowing
seems spliced in manipulated genes not legally done
taken up to the conveyor belt where i am told this is how i shall make it
shows me signs of mistook children to the spaces of the gears
i write these words as the free man thinker free born tinker of what is and what should be
in this i am a D.I.Y do it myselfer
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