Picketing a process

Grim? Depends, if by grim one means
the mouth it drags down.
Poor fools foiled by that system’s
mortal coil, bought without agency
and thereafter spoiled. How bodies
seem to migrate en masse
to one pull there, distant and blackened,
to one pull of greedy paradise
always binging for one day on,
another day off and barren for it.

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~ by Jeremy on May 25, 2012.

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