Questions for Capitalists
November 16, 2011 6:59 pm Leave your thoughts
What’s in there where your heart should be?
Is it stone? Is it ice?
A slice of bone?
What fills that space where your eyes should be?
Is it glass? Is it gel?
Or plastic from hell?
You look like me
And talk like me
You’re grave and silly
You walk like me
So why can’t you feel
Why can’t you see
You’re killing me
You’re killing me
outRageous!
16 November 2011
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