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stopped in a crowd didn't go with the flow a brief second lifted my head from the ground from the neon the chitty chat all the glitter and glow nonstop static from madison ave. from hollywood and vine (especially up pennsylvania ave) beating up my soul abused spouse of life government family your insatiable gods a tax on the very air (exhalation is free...for now) as we squabble we crow we throw in for all our -isms occupy don't occupy throw those bastards out or keep 'em in I don't care 'cause it's all about control not about your sophistry your jacking off into a microphone a chemical imbalance an ounce lost at death but as we all feel specific gravity of an unnamed need or pull warm blanket higher cause justification for all those purity laws we'd all put someone up against a wall and pull the trigger of our righteousness (don't we all have a pair of jackboots in the mossy closets of our minds?) even Mother Theresa had to wonder what it would be like to shake the living hell outta someone when they passed a leper by and nothing is as easy as it was yesterday but no one cares that it's not that the cage isn't there... it's just too big to fly across.