Parasites To Be Buried
Mosey along, the martyr strode
Mishmashed mouthpiece-
An emblem crusted implode
What struck him dusty-
A fanciful future
Rhymed in dust heaps
Communal swelling
The measure is conspicuous
We've been trained
To magnify the magician's farm
Glowing on the backs
Of extracted wealth
Misery soon follow
The amped up road rage
Within a city's targeted swallow
Makes motion corrosive
And divine beings, we ransack
For gas guzzling chase
All tongue-in-pie spasms
When magnetic plates quake
Find your parallel
If you can listen
The phonetic flowers drawn ghostly
No hurry
Just parasites to be buried
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