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01-11-06, 03:32 PM | #1 | |
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"Persuit of Happiness"
IP:
Tripping the fires Of ones imagination, In ancient prayers attire. Native fingers dance Upon organic fabrics Of a corporate man. She just withers. Old; Brittle, cold in shiver Lingering in the textile Of the vile soul. Bats that shattered Glance to onlookers, As patterns take form, Her poor battered Hands tremble more. Corporate America Stands waiting in line; Time's steady tapping Foot rattles the eyes Of collapsing study Within their wooden dummy. The lines go forever. Upon the countryside Winds a foolish birth Of stride for better. White collars popped, Waiting to be dressed. While a blue jean step Dresses the last thought. As... Her fingers bleed. The needle eats Through helping hands To remind that she, The factory, too is man. And amongst the savage Ever wading valleys America's true colors Paint the cavernous. Red, White, Blue... Lights the step Of conforming request. The checker faced Seamstress sews on. As each addict seems To meets his ease Upon receipt of bond. She smiles there as Multi collard America Grins like a fucking idiot. They awe at her craft, To the point they Blind themselves To the hideous hatch. Amongst the crosshairs, There lies her angst. Weaved into each stitch The smiles of care Rage in the blaze of a bitch. She owns you. Consumed your glee With exchange of receipt... Then worked in her pain To pierce the action for which it's been made. And as you stroll off, She wipes her tears; Giggles through cough. As she weaves Disease into savvy steps, Signing another soul To sin, Per Suit of Happiness. |
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