phony smooth of fifties sixties cool
death-dealing smoke and cocktail
couched in silky tones and perceived
opulence collapsed now to hip hop
poem and voyeurs' glass eyes swelling
the masturbating masses buy-and-sell-nothing
profit from contrived fluctuations all
catering to silence the scream at pure
reality jesus fucking christ! stop
the vampire we create and recreate
that sucks us dry
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