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Jul 2015
Grey nameless faceless suits
A decaying ladder without roots
Monochrome and corporate candyΒ  loot

Your elitest point is mute.
Your point is mute!

Fine dining line driving
A self-sabotaging visionary
Glass half empty
Down your throat white wine is sliding

D-U-why is my life such a mess?
I dream of big success
In nightmares you wear office dress
This is a test

Of your *******
Freeload patience!

Just a purple plastic bobble head
Nodding yes with self-deprecating complacency
Lowely little Attempts of autonomy

Grin wider with each ****-induced palpitation
Foaming at the mouth
Β Β media-induced inebriation--
Cheap industrial imitation
On the fringes, gazing upwards with disgust.
Written by
nothing's Amiss  Philly
(Philly)   
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   ---, marie-laure and Sara Murray
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