The words are calculated by
a razor sharp academic,
before they are set down
with exact precision,
Then the poem is sliced
and spliced wide open,
dissected and analysed
under a powerful lens,
Anything that contains the
slightest warmth of human
frivolity is discarded
or disinfected,
Anything that strays from
the pure science of cold
calculated verse is deemed
as useless and stamped
Into the stainless steel
floor beneath a hydrolic
robotic jackboot.
Alas, I hear the death
cry of humanity
on every breath
of wind,
And of course, as usual
nobody seems to give
a shit about the whole
fucking thing.
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