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Not a Good Comrade No man is free if he gives up himself And disappears into sad howlingness Subsumed in sinking, shrieking subservience Thrall-teed in the overseer’s livery A label on a shabby baseball cap A programmed pixel smeared across a screen A rusty caltrop cast into the road A shifted pea under a shuffled thimble As crowd, as mass, as demographic noise - No man is free if he gives up himself
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Not a Good Comrade
Not a Good Comrade No man is free if he gives up himself And disappears into sad howlingness Subsumed in sinking, shrieking subservience Thrall-teed in the overseer’s livery A label on a shabby baseball cap A programmed pixel smeared across a screen A rusty caltrop cast into the road A shifted pea under a shuffled thimble As crowd, as mass, as demographic noise - No man is free if he gives up himself
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Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
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