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Mar 2016
i pluck a patch of flesh from my torso laid before me
microscopic angles never did too much 'cept bore me
i ponder at it as i watch it turn to plastic waste
and toss it to the side to join its kin, the long disgraced
i dive headfirst into the pile
thinking out loud all the while
what the *******'ve done to me
to make me loathe such harmony
a call to arms is horrifying
as it harms the glorifying
capitalizing, profiteering
bourgeoisie world engineering
i eat my path through all the **** the world has given to me
i see my comrades scoff and nosh and drink their minds all dreamy
the world is coming down to see itself through all its trash
it's still convinced it's beautiful through all the camera flash
you will die, but so will i
it'll be a work of art
like none before, no final score
and time will not restart
frankly i'm not even sure what i'm saying at this point
DH Matthews
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DH Matthews  Philadelphia
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