OFFCUT POSEY No 9

now today

dont make me

use my brain

it is a deserted breakroom

i

slowly

back

out

of

CLOSED THE BIG DOOR

they

wont

let

you

die

in the regular madness
of the chattel lands

where guilt is on tap
like a riot hose
& innocence is vestigial

& theyre proud
of the suicide nets they hung
below the factory windows

to catch & save

the lives they use

to beat down to a dumb nub