(The ceiling fan lags and stagnates to a standstill
so tear it off the wall and throw it all in a landfill)

let the loosening rotation spin you roundabout the nation
nearly kicking over stations and replacing your relations
with robotic bad vibrations and vicious invocations
that invest in variations on the virtues of salvation

take the time to wake elation from it's makeshift hibernation
so here's my dedication to another incarnation:
no need to get impatient- the apocalypse is latent
induced by nascent beings being bought by corporations

so save the sinners from solutions that could cause a revolution
televised with distribution done by parent institutions
the results were inconclusive as the means were not conducive
to correctly cause a new shift independent of the union

create a country out of ruins, take this pillar of pollution
take this pill or we induce it, doesn't matter we'll get through it
with this tattered constitution
and you may fear the retribution that's related to the fusion
but be worried for the future if you choose not to do it
because administrations blew it, introduced this mass confusion
caused the culture to refuse em and reduced us to subhuman

(tattered masses matter more than
master's mindless chatter so we'll
finish up this chapter then we'll
go get what we're after.)

10/05/2007

Author's Note: a largely stream of consciousness poem.

Posted on 10/06/2007
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