our banks of food collecting
empty filler, a lump en
mass congealing in
plastic containment
project, yet still packing
so much pleasure you are
not even guilty for
at one time many
a stratified donut's
concrete remembering what it is
to be separate, pristine
waiting to get picked
up your chances went and
left de-individuating you
melt into fascistic liquid
cause do this violence to
commodity will make you
pay with inches of your life
style, chances, in futures
you are not good for
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