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it moves along like a highway
cut through this american heart
over miles of native blood and ignorance
to a beating mecca, a conglomerate
of coca-cola signs and mcdonald’s arches,
idiot monsters in orbit
with fat eyes and wet lips
ejaculating in a mass frenzy
before miles of television sets
all filled with kfc commercials,
double down, mutherfuckers.

lube in the air you breathe
and waste in your veins,
we must siphon gasoline
and manufacture poverty
to keep this circus in motion,
to keep you in the factory mentality
like junkies in need of tight regulation.

burn your dead and move on,
don’t waste time on dreams,
work, work, work and eat
and purchase and excrete and repeat,
keep your fucking head down
and marry for convenience or necessity,
push out as many useless kids as you can
then sit back and watch them spin
like tiny nightmares,
fight the urge to eat razor blades
and poison your family,
stay well hid in the open
and wear nothing under your clothes,
push them together and pray someone notices.

-S.C. Martinez