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Akemi Oct 2017
hollow cardboard reach
and the destitution of the earth
and lives that don’t matter
the open wound of living under capitalism
a horizon of black spots
mangled neurons
worthless towers lined to the sky
production unto pollution
putrefaction
and the whole end
the whole ******* end
the whole
queers ***** in prison
blacks killed in custody
xenophobic masturbatory farmers decimating the land
modern death is class war
race war
gender war
a systemic genocide through slow violence
laws drafted stressing interpersonal violence over corporate negligence
social stratification
unequal access to housing, food and education
MAY 68
**** your gender binary, your race hierarchy, your CV, your Christmas, think positive *******
**** your borders, your ****-apologising, your colourblindness, your class privilege, your white fragility, your selective free speech, your hegemonic masculinity, your silicon valley entrepreneurialism, your cultural imperialism, your meat industry, your deforestation, your ******* accommodation, your debt economy, your war economy, your prison economy, your unpaid women’s domestic economy that upholds the entire heteropatriarchal world
**** YOUR CAPITALISM
precarity unto subjugation, alienation, destitution
an increasing youth suicide rate
an inflation rate rising faster than minimum wage
a lack of jobs while you tell us we’re worthless beneficiaries
a system that chases profit at the cost of existence
the entire concept of meritocracy
debt as a promise of payment yet to exist
enforced return to nothing
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of instrumental rationalism
the closed jaw of

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Angelo Dec 2017
T'was the night before Christmas,
And the streets were full of light.
The streets were full of music.
The streets were full of people.

The neighborhood t'was never empty,
For the hearty laughter echoed through the houses.
Everyone seemed to enjoy Christmas.
All but one lad were in the festive moods.

Casey found no light.
Colourblindness had robbed that from him.
Casey heard no laugh, nor music.
Being deaf stripped him of that loving sound.
Casey could not be in the streets.
Too many people caused anxiety.

He found himself every Christmas Eve another dread.
Less people,
Less love,
Less gifts.

He was being forgotten,
And no more worse was his name.
It had become a mere whisper of wind.
No one knew him anymore.

T'was the night before Christmas,
And Casey found no festive cheer.
He found no holiday spirit.

— The End —