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Jan 2014
Language Corporate,
disease of words,
too many spoken
mis-          stood,
       under

too many in print
              to imprint,
themselves on your psyche,
meaning less
               than they did
before, but somehow affect you
more

a semantic
dance to,
position themselves
           the body corporate,

over head,
over your head,
they have you  in a ***,
while slowly increasing the heat,
on the stove,... how's the water?
If you
were to
escape
the words
know
where
you sleep
know
your friends
know
where you
work
those
worldly
words
and their
corporate
masters
with
bad manners.

©DWE012014
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
485
   Traveler and ---
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