I inhaled pollution stains,
the sweet ambrosia of steal shavings
mixed with secondhand smoke,
as I laughed at the advice
scrawled on billboards
by corporate conglomerates
that don't give a shit about any of us.
Yet I'd love to be brainwashed
into another happy clone
a pupil of society,
and spend my day praising
the Almighty dollar.
Maybe then
I wouldn't be so critical of everything;
the karma for my humanity,
being the one to place the blame.
It's curious
how we all strive to be happy pigs
and expel our sorry knowledge
to the recesses of our minds
since it is so much easier
than to stand up and fight.
When the world starts burning books
I won't be suprised.
Gold trophy winner
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