Mayor McGuffin
We are products of our times
these thoughts aren’t mine
everything passes through us
from sewers to the divine
I vibe on your signal
you wave you particle
merge into a molecule
divide for reaction
deaf dumb and blind
slaves to the grind
compressed coal hearts
exploited diamond mines
we see through the veil
dancing snake-tailed
impatient for the end
skipping enlightenment
I drive this carcass
despite warnings
from weather service
to deliver you a package
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