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Flight 101

Tum Tum Tum! “Ladies and Gentlemen,             We welcome you aboard to take flight             and soar in a melting pot of degradation.             Where we file you by nation and             take elation in your degrees,             specifically those on bended knee. Your angry plees will reach deaf ears,             and no amount of tears             can move             the System. So sit back and listen to safety procedures:             The seat belt is fastened such,             in order to crush             against dignity.             The overhead oxygen mask will drop             if engines stop             and we need to crash,            the freshest air always comes last.              Lifeboats offer the final cruise             until red sharks booze             on your blood.             And turn cell phones off             so we don’t flood             the System. We’re not done, so kindly shut up and listen:             The ability to lunch is an epitome,             simply a costly accessory,             just hold your gut,             and allow us to degrade             some more. We implore you to understand,             for we do not.             In the System you’ll find             no heart,             simply an enigma,             no end             no start. All lights will be turned off             for the duration of the flight.             Tough.             The enlightened can switch             the overhead lamp,             if you can reach             as far as that. To encounter turbulence is a must.             For those who do not trust             in us             must be shaken             and rattled.             After all,             eliminate the fight             by eliminating the battle. We hope you enjoy the flight,             and know you will soar again soon,             from noon to noon             we move in unison,             frequent fliers of             the System.” Tum Tum Tum.
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