Take me to a world where I will not hurl all the bacteria laden food I have ingested, inspected but never respected. Tainted nourishment once thought of as uninfected because of the many safeguards of our federal government; whores that have smelled the last cent of scent from the money laced lobbyists to fence and never to whence from their repast they have passed unto the populous’ table that was laced. Traced the faces of the many innocent children, women and men. Send them a smarting trend to never defend from their lying rhetoric, pathetic tricks. Picks the locks of the plethora of chaste religions shackles to go fishing, never wishing or listing the wrongs from the mighty bong filled with green, not dope fiends because it is not composed of herbs which would disturb their sinister ways as their brain decays to the human factor. We, never being heirs or benefactors of a death perceived to have happened so long ago, a pristine bowl they have fired up, sending toxic vapors to forever savor. Labor until we die. We will never reach the prophetic high.
It’s too fucking late to sigh and cry!
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