"Progression"
no format
no “right” way to exist
but capitalism was prescribed
by the ones who solely benefit
the ones who imply false authority
do they not realize that we’re
all equally stuck here?
mechanic, monetary statues
numeric, ordinary has-beens
listen to the humming of their cycles
the same old “broken record” metaphor
stampedes of the enslaved freemen
work,
buy,
work,
buy,
work, buy, work, buy, work, buy,
work,
die.
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