The archives don't lie my friend,
This is not the time
for cautious observation.
It's just too bad that
we never had a back up plan.
Sure, we can peddle our snake oil
to these greased-over
mean streets,
but come Monday
we're still garbage men.
Sifting through
bio hazardous bins of doom,
gloom
and death before bloom.
Dead on Arrival.
Burried at Birth.
No, we never really did
have a chance did we?
Here's the cold serving of Today
for us, the sheep.
Huddled
guilty
livestock.
Backs
and
hearts broken
as the devil
cycles the moon
and the sun
like puppets.
Say it with me now.
SAY IT!
Beat it to death.
All those lines
you promised yourself
you'd never forget...
SAY IT!
beat it like
burning pinata
in Heaven's
"Going out of Business"
farewell party.
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