Self-wrought manacles,
Veiled eyes to plugged ears,
Blank minds to cold hearts—
Somnambulists.
Concrete lives, eternally downcast.
Shuffling mediocrity scraps,
Futile plebian conformity—
Bleating in the aimless graze.
Sheared to commodity,
Hapless internal plagues.
Myopic tunnel-syndrome,
Tethered in faux afflictions.
Relinquished of diaphragm woes;
Stop to go, force-fed propaganda.
Incarcerated head to toe,
Bled freely in heaven’s verse;
Sputtering fumes, deplorable hearse.
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