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  Jake David  
   
 
         
         

Separated States of Alienation

Inhumane sufferers apologize for being beaten. Bloodied.
Outcasts murder outcasts. Breath of solitary joy.
      I'd like to die in a hail of gunfire by the Secret Service
      for assassinating George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Stephen Harper,
      Dalton McGuinty, and the Rothschild family.

      S-S-S-S-S-S-S-H-H-H! Don't tell anybody. Not even your friend.
      Not your co-worker, room mate. Your fellow inmate
      who receiveth pay in a land that shits on both of you. I. Us. We.
             O' Canada! our home in Native land.
             America! home of the deceit, land of the slaved.
Illusions of serenity. Delusions of opportunity. Guilted to pay.

"You're nothing if you work here, stay forever!" They say,
I just get bored. Corporate sponsors fund pain. Death our income.
       Let's start a new religion of electric-flashing screens. OH WAIT.
              Grab all of China's nuclear arms,
              aim them at the United Nations' building for what they're doing.
              What are they doing? S-s-s-s-s-s-h! Not supposed to say. Hint:
MansionsofbodiesFatpocketsChipimplantWorldunityOwnership.

         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
 
   
     
 
 
       
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