Eat this before dawn as the body simulates hunger, leave half on the plate
Each meal a step, a detail, a lick!
Swear futility is not their praying
Is not their incessant appeal to narrow common views
Like their incessant dancing
That takes them across the polished floors or into strangers beds
Sweet futility breathe and breathe
Give your sweet fifteen a million dollar wreath
The world a television 24 hour jokes and games
attempts at the truth and sharpened versions
For every flawed perception
For every ounce of every hearts public right to outrage
A mad lick futility programing flavor in your mouth
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