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Poetry in the spirit of the Beat Generation |
| 2000 + A.D. Soul's gone sour chasing the dollar all across the land road raging highways to corporate towers hourglass spills its sand coarseness we’re headed surely a dreaded finale to all man's soul while pointing the finger that arrogance trigger leaving heart in the cold Wind driven online leaders with no spine sneaking their way to the top slick looking haircuts in skeleton closets give pats on the back with a knife. |