Test the winner
plan b, plan b
contingency
magic touch
Strategy lives in you
Horny for tactics
Itchy for the dramatic
pushing reactions
like business babies out of the corporate sunset vagina
I'm hungry with a blood stained knife
Test the competition
build the apparatus of fear
The office melts your silver soul
leaving drops of it across the electric carpet
minimizing the friction
That tests the winner
when plan b fails
And the contingency is aborted
like a drunken violent christmas
pouring the cement of regret and subtle steel frames of emotional blackmail
pushing reactions
squeezing the apparatus
like drugs onto millenium limit babies
using them to deal with fear
as the soul goes from color to silver
The medals fall off that disgrace of a winner
Leaving circular metallic objects
to soak up the last drops of silver soul's residue
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