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Young people can you feel the suffering?

roca wear, gucci, apple, facebook, mcdonalds, apple bee's,
honda, lamborghini, harvard, Community College
american express, pnc bank, walmart

Wage Slaves, ceos, owners, lenders, renters, indebtedness
Structural dehumanization, systematic mechanization
Exploited labor feeding blood to your hungering consumerism

Young people you are embracing MISANTHROPY!

Embracing the hate of your own humanity! Why the hypocrisy?
Wealthy children, poor children
Trying for enlightenment through education

Parents garnering wealth through the oppression of their victims
Parents garnering debt through the oppression from economic inequality
Still you invest and promote the only legitimization of your being: CAPITALIST UTILITY

Capitalism engineering unrelenting misanthropy
Vicious economic system discarding humanity
Perfecting the concentration and accumulation of wealth
With the expansion of human alienation and murderous competition

Prostituting your body to labor exploitation and consumerism
Where does your wealth end up?
multinational companies? financial corporations? military arms contractors?
Loyalty lies in their pockets, backstabbing everyday tactics
Killing you through the exploitation of your body
Because they know the birth of another proletariat or bourgeoisie can replace you  

Entities, not human, how much have they bought you for so that you cannot see!!!
Beware of these misanthropic missionaries granting your body power and agency
When your body can no longer be plundered for profit you will taste tears and blood

Young people will you deliver your forefathers and fathers
From worshiping capitalist misanthropy?
March 8, 2013
Shhhh
listen.
I can feel you
leaving
and you're
still here.
I've known this
for a while
now.
the sun had set
as the hours grew
and then diminished
as they tend to
i lay at the typewriter
pretending
late into the night
pitter pattering
fingers like rain
on the keyboard
in a room otherwise
dark and otherwise quiet
but realizing futility
staring at a blank page
and an empty bottle
i retired to my bed
and as i climbed in
the woman
eyes still closed
asked if i was done
and on hearing
my resigned sigh
she smiled
she smiled and
told me to
come to bed
it will all be alright
if the sun
rises again
tomorrow
she said
it'll be alright
she said
i guarantee it
so i laid next to her
and she rubbed my hand
and kissed my knuckles
as she tends to do
in bouts of affection
and i couldn't help but smile
the right woman
can be a miracle
in the darkest hours

— The End —