lean ground lives, processed hearts
and greedily gobbled dreams;
our blind sustenance-addiction on all "others."
the diet of carnivorous chimps and martial culture cartels
who shit innocuous logo-veils
and spit widow-wail bulletins onto the paved-over public square.
they rail against that vast conspiracy of populist over-regulation:
truth
period.
as if the masses didn't care for the natural order of profit-making
or suckle from its spilled milk
and "reduced-fat means more cookies for me" mentality.
uncle sam sits casually sated
obese and flatulent with too much specie-industrial-complex meal
upon a throne forged from the bones of torture-memo casualties
and endless, pointless collateral damage-controls.
he paces his national-security-alert-empied palaces
looking for the next nation-state to make cry "uncle" -
ownership is 9/10ths of the law if it suits our purpose.
each american bites into a third world child's fly-encrusted eyes
or the gut-wrenchingly simple hopes of a fledgling moderate-muslim
with every breath we take in silence and unsustainable consumption.
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