we’re not dead yet
us in the room
waiting to die
we’re not dead
our heads aren’t emptied of formaldehyde
yet
Budweiser knows
radiation floats
our teeth don’t chew on yellow ribbons
the soldiers are dead
a few of them
for energy purpose
not like neutrons and plasma
for investment
GMC Suburbans
use
gasoline
commandments
think a soldier
our insurance companies
would like
anti-depressants
back out of our organs
it would be like this if you ever noticed the
signals
and could press rewind or capture and shake
your head
then close your eyelids again
before a neural programmer notices
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