Lost another day to pointless drudgery the slow chipping away of my autonomy a rodent in a race unsung and underpaid my colleagues seem to me like slaves in sheep-array then a shock goes through the herd at the nauseating purr of the corpos of the world when the content is secured cause they’re naked emperors hear the rattling of the purse I hunger for the hearse cause nothing could be worse than a life lived as a limb in a debt anatomy rather be dead than a link in a chain of tyranny
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