I cried for the ones who made me
Their dollars were shoved up the wall
Harassed, and quarters jingle-clanged
down and crashed the tile
"Stretched too thin"...right. These pavers and stones look awful
ly beautiful and the steps of the American
daydream have played cracks again
vinyl siding shines a new
botox the wrinkled lips
smiles when the belly turns
I'm buying wax and spinning
distracting my ears from the news
I buy records vintage crap
a movement, a rejection of
this idon't give a shit
headphoned headtalking
cyborgism telepathy aided, real
faces scare this generation
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