on the paved & indentured
forest floors
of steel & glass
we
fight ourselves
to death & back
with devil toys
from the fire sale
of
retired gods
eager to boost
their
diminishing
pension
in their
knee rug
gin cafe
twilight days
the last womble
collects buzzwords & cliche
on the universal common
his efforts are buried now
with the fast plastic
in a landfill potters field
~
his upcyclings been hijacked
gentrified in a brass hipster rain
he identifies as council worker
but cant get the ppe
union representation or pension
~
put pennies
in his starbucks cup
hes in the pdsa doorway
waiting on a tetanus shot
& canine
high time
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