combine
peacekeeper, dawn your tent
suck on oxygen through a paper straw
prophylactic burning
no longer a need to use
still the combine sputters
and heaves a mournful yawn
harvesting two thousand ghosts
and leaves the seeds for more
for more
for more
condoloma epidemic
t-cell genocide
we can consummate no more
we're living it through v.r.
(virtual reality)
still the combine stammers
and heaves a mournful yawn
harvesting two thousand ghosts
and leaves the seeds for more
interzone reporter
homophobic diotribe
we take it for the norm
and capulate the bosom
of faith, hope, and charity
there is no god
pass the ammonia