Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Mortal Edging

Gentlemen, meet your meat
The soldier's standing at attention
Just waiting for your orders
Grab hold
Of that labored thought
And see it through
To the end
Spunky contractions
In enigmatic fashions
Stand at the forefront
Of today's tomorrow
Sent off to the front lines
Without protection
From even more expansive
That'll suck the soul
Right out of your head
Digitally enhanced
In unappealing light
Stealthily disguised
As incoherent impostors
From the over stimulation
Of self perpetuated

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