Saturday, May 25, 2013

Processed

We were like McNuggets in a line
carnivores in cars that came to dine
I watched a cigarette inhaling man
collecting garbage from a bulging can
the grayish smoke in which his face was lost
reminded me of smoldering exhaust
which choked me as I waited there to pay
for poison that the clowns say is okay.

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