The world turns,
But there's something
...not right
The vile master's
Strange hand
Spins us, off kilter
The fairies of advertising
Trickle in everywhere
Bright fishes drown
In poison plastic
And Monsters are shaped
By the same faces
That make the lights stay on
Must we vanish it
all away?
Or are we yet ready
To taste the apple
And pull together
To make it turn
The other way?
Monday, March 25, 2019
Vile Master
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