The world is dissecting us all
carving little pieces off, one at a time
the job you hate, banks, retailers
several thousand government departments
each taking their share of your spoils
your time, strength, health, sanity
all of it and then more, whatever is left
back on the board to be diced
it gets harder to save something
just a little of yourself, to keep hold of
as we travel this rock through space
one thousand miles an hour
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