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Vacant

my head is

a vacant lot

loaded with automatic cars

idling in a polluted environment

full of bidding corporations

run by empty businessman

who take advantage

of a selfish inward populace

that raise  violent children

who  turn off their minds to the madness,  cruelty 

and cultural void at the local nightclub

called "Numb" or " E-tarded" 

and slobbering over drinks and beats 

like the sounds of horns

from a traffic jam

driven by impatient animals

 in a sheepfold bawing

their way to the nearest vaccination center

for thier imaginary  twinrix dose of 

swine ***** and orange juice

that skyrocket diabetes rates above google hits 

and fat conservative voter polls

broadcasted daily by popular media botox injections

that styme creativity

with  the same ****** music

played over and over and over

like the broken recorded rhetoric

that tell us to  destructively reach out 

to foreign countries

while  selling ourselves out for better cars

but increase profits and taxes

at the same rate of the rising  prison population

and shrinking contributions

to  health care , edU-caTion ,  community and environment

all the while you can hear the sheep bleat and beep and bleat and beep

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