THE STUPID-FEEDERS
The stupid-feeders now run the
race track, I've noticed that. And
I'm awaiting the next bit of news.
The hardware store at Eberhardt
Street says the day is over, but all
they want to do is sell lawnmowers
to captives anyway. There's more
to life than meets the season. I, for
my own part, still await freedom
from all the matter which limits the
free. Here are my wide-open arms,
America. Take them from me.
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The mural they've painted on Hyde
Street was meant to show happiness
under a bright sunny sky in some
old, farming town. Nothing's like
that anymore, but it won't bring
me down, not now, not ever. I know
better about all these things; but the
stupid-feeders keep it coming.
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