(20 minute poetry)

Those that would seek to destroy us
are the faceless that want to employ us,
the one's who secure their position by using position to
position their needs above everything else.

Only the workshy in the faux workshop would worship
them ******* who call for their labour,

Do you get what I mean?

I am veins in the veins of the being yet
in seeing the bikinis flow
I want to go
where them would go
water skiing like,
seeing swans
in..
..and in the frosted ice
I have it far too nice,
thinking though
would I want or no
to go on.