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Cutta’ peace  
Of the skyscraper
Cake
Let them eat
From the scrap heaps
Of history
Still on repeat
And asleep
I could teach
A class
Clearly distinguished
But through it
Exude
A feud
Not yet relinquished

So onto impending
Long marches embark
To the promised landless
Wealth disparities
Stark
And the heart of it?
Darkness
A global south reeling
Like sea levels up to
Our bets
In debt ceiling

The whole world is feeling
Disorders
And borders
Our minds
Are bombarded by
Media mortars
Attention-grabs constantly
Picking our pockets
And more artificial
Brain draining
Can't stop it

And you think it’s what?
An Israeli
Witch hunt?
Robber baron
Trump cun🙃’s
Next publicity stunt?
That will salvage this sinking
Titanic disgrace
This imperial ******* cede’s
Unresolved race
To consumerist
Tok bottom's
Mass-produced waste

But my warning
Though cryptic,
Explicit for years
It would come
With a flag,
And a cross,
And some beers
But I’d gladly break bread
With my countrymen
Now and then
Free to speak
Their preferred tongues
Of American

Fluently spewing
Self-evident truths
Yet proficiently parroting
Penguins in suits
With their legacies
Stained
Merit-baseless
Admission
Still masterfully feigned
As a unified vision

Omissions of guilt
From the most
Greedy filth
We have seen
In our time
By the millions
A minute
Their profit ships
Climb
And so many
A powerless man
Left behind
And their penny stock
Options
Seem more like a crime…🤔…

But I guess we don’t try
Those offenses
In court
We just settle for less
Than a right to abort
We don’t hold to account
All the coin they extort
Don’t put tariffs
On trafficking human
Import
Unreported
Distorted reality
Snort
When the law
Is a ***** fat cat,
A Musk rat,
A rohypnotize
Broligarch
Party boy
Frat
Even now all of you
Reading this
Dissident’s
Dissonance
Cognitive
Synthesis
Most from the right
Little less from the left
But the nexus itself
Is contingent on theft
On consuming
Its own working classes
Bereft
Of the best in show
Pedigree
Peddling its
Influence
Rife with eugenicist
Rhetoric’s
Genesis
I guess I’ve not written it
All of us living
In prisons
Been giving it
More than a second thought
Crime
I’m reliving it
Living in times
Where the country
Is dying inside
A transition
From freedom to tyranny’s
Trite
Repetition
Again the same playbook
Dismantle the government
Double misspeaking
It’s they who are running it
Straight into private
Conflictual interests
All at your expense
And yet…
None of your business…
Dispelling the shadows
Of ignorance
Luminous
Lost in the night
Guiding light
From the numinous
Sent unrelenting
Spent afterlives
Venting
And so incrementally
Turned to attentively
Tending
And blending
The seed  
And the breed
To collectively learning
To write
And to read
Roaming
My home again
Thrown to oblivion
Reading too much
Teenage angst-
Driven
Drama
So full of despair
And yet,
Missing the comma
Disarmed of my otherwise
Harmony
Polity
Suddenly thoughts
Are released from
Frivolity
Volumes outspoken
As two cents
And comments
And compliments
Seldom
But feedback composed
By thine hands
That have held them
At odds
With my former
Identified
Self
Undeserving of living
Afflicted
I felt
So addicted
To fearing
To others
Would spread
What my dismal contagion
Virulently dreads,
Permeates
Every inch
Every crevice
Recesses of mind
And as not
But a writer
I cured it in time
Won’t forget
Who in debt
Puts the food on my plate
Got me tech
To connect
Us together
It’s great
Like a state
Entered into
Ensuring its promises
Profits
Provisions
Protecting
Its provinces
Offices staffed
Bureaucratically stacked
With such cracks
In the surface
As terrorists backed
How to just
Keep it
Authentic
I’ve vented
To many
A night
Out of sight
I’ve attempted
To plead with
To reason
To grieve no more
Difference
To bridge
Ever-widening rifts
Across distance
But this is
The way
I must do it
To build
What more powerful men
Exact tolls
To be spilled
To be billed
For its use
Mine are few
And obtuse
All too weakling in nature
Too quick to the noose
Of emoting
End noting
And doting    
In passion
Though sharp is the tip
Of the spear
That I fashion
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