WALKING THRU THE ABANDONED FACTORIES OF THE DECLINING EMPIRE
CELL SERVICE AT ZERO BARS WHICH MEANS NO DIGITAL PRISON
THE CROWS IN THE TOWERING OAKS YELLING QUOTES FROM THE WIRE
"we used to make shit in this country cawww build shit cawww cawww cawww"
AND I LOOK UP THE HOTBALL IN THE SKY
WHICH FEELS LIKE IT GETS CLOSER EVERY YEAR
AND I FINISH THEIR STREAM OF THOUGHT, YELLING
"NOW WE JUST PUT OUR HANDS IN THE NEXT GUY'S POCKET!"
AND THE CROWS FLY AWAY
STARTLED AT MY INHUMANE HONESTY
BUT I'M SIMPLY QUOTING SOME POP CULTURE I CONSUMED
VOMITING IT BACK OUT AT THE NATURAL WORLD
AS IF IT WAS INTELLIGENCE
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