broken splattered sound the dearth
freedoms yours for less than worth
its all for you if you’re the norm
and correctly don the uniform
play the game be the roll
let the man feed your soul
wink the eye give the sign
those caught without on those you dine
play your cards close to chest
hush your heart behind your breast
taste not touch, think less than these,
compassions dust might give you fleas
ok we’ll just tax the plant
what’s that now the feds will rant
if youthful brains can freely score
who will it be that fights our wars
And keeps illusion bright and white
and condo skies full of kites
What sector next the last breath wheeze
to purchase mediocrity
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