Police Poem
Grace to be killed and die as brainlessly as political
The fiefed beasts &
\\ ‘hons’ unarrested in the trail pack tax. . .
the proletariat’s determing role in history stopped
with the bombing of Hiroshima
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bright
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light-aright of an ink-fest army-civ this weed arose from the civilian code(s) a complex assonance the sages succeed in, weed-tested and in that brood a jolly captain’s new freedom it has four heads and gulps computer juice like power organized by one class to suppress another but i know as we all know Miket and a Sergeant named Healey . . .
cops just arrest people
capitularies & helots
accentuate the sacred power of yoga.
base tame mild-mannered look-away american methologies of enchambered meriken class-struggle-- its archetype is the cursory execution of every ninth one in line-- a 64th of the needed semi-wild flock (People all know the workings of order and chaos) People all know the map they showed us. People all know the gravity of advancement within the strong force. Their vital spirits are guarded within
and cannot be deluded by things. Things, however, are quite deluded.
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