Saturday, July 16, 2011

Inspiration drained
Tainted by caffeine
My own mind
Muddled with ash
Kissing sweetly
Searing useless flesh
Brings me to reality
Life is a muse
A gleeful child
But not as good
As a punch to the jaw
As hard packing sounds
Blood down the drain
Of my soul
Fuck capitalism
Bureaucratic fantasies
Follow the herd
Do what you're told
Or fight back
And know this simple fact
It's only when you've lost everything
That you're free to do anything

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