A crow was on the wire by the stop
sign where we turn each day to purchase smokes,
it perched there like a horror movie prop
as we continued cuddling our yokes;
we're tolerated if we just produce
and blindly go along like all the rest
but everything is filtered to reduce
the harshness of the toxins we ingest
which fosters the acceptance of their brand
a new improved behavioral device
provided in a handy dandy bag
that they expect to dominate the land
regardless of the ever rising price
does anybody want another drag?
Are You Reading Me?
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