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lower the voting age

see if they care.

enlarge the drafting cage

halt to find pair.

in such a realm of happy pills

and food from windows broken.

who's distinguished lochness hills

guard the white wood from the token.


i've seen the footage

don't doubt how i know,

i've heard the stoppage

of souls reach for no sky-glow.


up the orange brother

watch if we accept.

the cow that drops recorder

keep up such souls - adept.


in such silent mannequin display

with scent of grass and gassoline.

not a heart to serve a tray

or mouth to master's mescaline.




 
 
 

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peterb
peterb
Nov 30, 2021

This poem was based on an almost eerie dream I once had of how a society is built on specialization in trade and conformity under a system. I guess you could classify this as a nightmare, and furthermore, I believe we all have this sort of worst-case scenario image deep in our minds that we fear more than fear itself. I hope you enjoy and find some truth in this poem in your own life :)

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