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"The
triple stack museum plant of
Evil and bad thoughts spews its particulate and nonsense
In the form of an enormous white ghost,
But fills our houses with artificial light;
Evidence of this towns bad seeds."
What stupid "green"
pamphlets to read.
I pass by on foot tossing the rhetoric aside and find
Solace in the power of the plants
Cold and dirty cinder blocks;
After all I'm just another user.
I'm quite impressed with their
size,
The three of them erect--even
jealous;
Penetrating the sky as they were.
I open my wallet and stare at my girlfriend Cindy and
imagine,
What if I could do so much
destruction with a
Hand held doppelganger; a fat
barrel of my own.
I could dominate the west and tame
a pussy
Cat all at once.
I'm a chosen one after all,--"divine right".
Bad seeds or just different seeds,
I don't care about skies or seas,
Just recognition and the plasticity of
my whims;
Go with the flow,
Don't tell me how to get there or
why;
This is America-- this is my sky.
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