Radiation Will Be The Judge To Which You Will Testify

Sleeping in discarded cardboard

So tired, I need sleep
Mired in a race for fiat, roll tires, pay tax fees
too exhausted to work on tax free,
tax man demands cash from your hands to build bombs that
eventually drop on sand, kill with SAM’s in tehran
subtle hints, watching splattered plasma stain my television,
troubled, wince
we thought we discarded the troubled prince,
but all the trouble remained, his white collar shirt and flag lapels bloodstained
please flood me, rain,
escaping vapid pain, at a rapid rate, slugs rip frame
stealing my energy for the next battle,
all i want is sleep


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