Smudged slum of night, and results..
so infinite.
snap, the breaking of bone,
crackling enamel,
clean the scum of the city,
wipe the scum of the city,
push the dust to the corner
and gentrify, plunder the walls,
scrub them down and sell them
back to "the" outsiders.
(we) Left the sheep (us) to graze (sleep) in warehouses and
hard drives (where are you)...
3 comments:
this one reminds me of the quote:
"Tyler sold the soap to department stores at twenty bucks a bar. God knows what they charged. How ironic. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them."
Absolutely correct.
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