Industrial RuleA Poem by Markand so we are given another day with packaged taste and swollen ad dances. We're too far into the future to change fate. With your green hearts and minds of mad structure the solace you promise causes the freight cars in my head Once more, saved from blue skies We pray to the magic machines that crush lives into dust, pretties out of steel tons of raw into finished cravings. We eat them We serve them We made them We are them.
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9 Reviews Added on September 17, 2015 Last Updated on September 4, 2016 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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