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Generia

And we could pause like sinners

Before we dream the

reverie of engulfing our teeth

Into the luxury of dolled up disenchantment,

Casserole our ineptness, bloated stews of

Street rats and pontification.

I hate us and the way we lick chocolate off our hands,

Smother conscience with our fingers,

We could roll under rugs, sweep

Carpet-stings into plastic bags and

Throw them into the ocean. I hate us,

And the way we riot our lives. Gamble

Our kids. Lets kill them, let’s graze on

What’s underneath.