masses of bodies moving
like herds of cattle
and eating their own shit
the clock rules at the throne as
the monitors stare down
and walls soon begin to confine
on the loosely tied minds
roaming the city field
a tick is heard and now cars
storm the highway
a frantic attempt to recapture
the beginning of the day
frozen becomes delicious
and a monitor becomes a friend
as night defeats day
a horizontal position is assumed
and dreams are called on
while the blinking red light
on your nightstand soothes
your soul acknowledging a
mirror reflection of today tomorrow
and a smile on the government's face
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