I Hear

I hear the dull moans of a malignant class

 as classes clash and drones drone on

 Electronic wizards wrack, whack, whack

 merrily on their way to a zombie-like state.

  
 Loathing lies and jumbo surprises belie

 aires, stares and convenient alignments

 welding together a mangled mass of fluff

 certain to shift us toward a boorish fall

                            of great proportions

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