The Greatest ManorA Poem by Davidgeo.The greatest manor's built upon a vast and open, kinda, Greatly twisted integrity aka morality aka we don't give a f**k. (about you) Marked by obscenely pursuant Methods. (on occasion deadly) Securing vast generational wealth By any manner necessary. Forgoing notions like - self Creation, realization, uniquely distracted.... enabled, allowed. Demanding characteristics like - me Production, cheaply, disciplined distraction... forbiden, controlled. (maybe not the greatest to all) What's a slave to you anyway? If you rent me or own me? You're still f*****g me... right? So, what's the differnce? You let me go at night? Thanks man. I get my own home? F**k you. Start a family of my own? More, f**k you... What the vagina belches out does not equal a renewable labor supply, It's actual people. You f**k. (how unfortunate) Those with the greatest force, The greatest stake in the game.... yeah, usually total a******s. Some do care even less though, Vile and undercover, Despicably genius. However, (just as bad) More pretend to care more. It's part of the business. Personal relations, nah, f*****g human resources. Welcome to the desert of corporate efficiency. Brutally focused and vacuous and above all, cunning I live in a manor called America and it's f*****g great! Out of this world. Quite literally Not simply a piece of it - we want it all. We want you all. © 2016 Davidgeo |
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Added on April 19, 2016 Last Updated on April 19, 2016 Author
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