The Un-Encompassing Mentality

I want to be my own private entity
Not some corporate superstition
A fuzzy bump on a dead, audienceless frequency
Pussywet on the radio jawline
Glass looking people magnifying god's light
Privatized slabs of meat

My god's plastic
And he's plastic

All these pains
And yet it just can't get by without you
All these brains
Just cannot seem to get by without you

The End

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