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Alienate my body and mind, commodify my core; Is my existence a means to a profit? The 21st century's commercial ***** My labor is not mine, my art is not mine; Everything I create liscensed and taken, another addition to a capitalist's shrine. I understand the poached animal: Ripped apart, skin and teeth hung for all to see, and then, admired for its beauty.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
Modern disassociation from one's self
Alienate my body and mind, commodify my core; Is my existence a means to a profit? The 21st century's commercial ***** My labor is not mine, my art is not mine; Everything I create liscensed and taken, another addition to a capitalist's shrine. I understand the poached animal: Ripped apart, skin and teeth hung for all to see, and then, admired for its beauty.
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:07 AM UTC
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