Hurry, goader of the Envies
Hitched to our greedy ride.
Unreproved, pressed infantile
Toward the high street's pride.
Faster, faster, Irrationality
At priority speed;
Making to flash by, gleamier
Our insubstantial need.
What tis sanctions with blind turns in
The Spirit of the Age
Howlingly wills each life, from its
Meaning to disengage.
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