Crushed - Poem by Leon Agnew
Look at you, your fat wet eyes,
Gleaming through a thousand lies.
Poking onward, never thinking,
Though he's awkward, dumb, and stinking.
Like a moldy, stupid rat,
You carry on, though he's just spat
Right on your toes, you brainless,
Mechanical, cruel, painless,
Mindless human being!
What's it take to start you seeing?
What's it take to jog your thinking?
You're crushed like a dog,
Dead on the tracks,
40 virgins =
Go stick your stacks.
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