Billboards
a less than perfect messiah talks a
little nonsense out the side of his mouth.
" i was chosen at the wrong time"
or so the sunburst washed sign read.
so very tall and thin the prophets of
propaganda who walk through the city
with
legs of aluminum and mouths of paper.
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