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So,
we rise and we yawn,
at the days early dawn,
as the globe of the sun warms our faces,
too late for the bus
that burns extinct traces
of dinosaur bones
so we run
Shuffling in line
as we're marking paid time
with the lines in our faces
from past tribal races,
caffeine addicted,
quarter pounder afflicted,
words tumble like turds
from the arses of slaughterhouse herds,
who bellow their fear
as their moment draws near,
but the blood isn't wasted,
its tasted and graded
Gregorian calendars dictate the hour,
revised after Julian's
short fall from power,
the clock with small ticks,
rotates,
so move quick,
to gather and gain
shiny things bought with pain,
and the sweat on our brow
is no different to cows
who chew cud in a field
stupified,
who yield to our will.
Sirens,
horns,
whistles blow,
then its back home we go
for a late night chat show,
and a brief tissue affair
with writhing
long haired girls of Babestation
hesitant masturbation,
chucking seed with dire need,
on the faces of commiseration,
try to sleep,
thoughts creeping
drifting,
with flotsam
and jetsom on the river
of mind
as we reason for treason
and the killers of innocents
who we've wined
and dined,
on the taxmans fat dime,
unable,
disabled,
to sit as we shit,
on tax returns
and mortgage terms,
payment methods
for eighties perms.