Speak of bits of cockroach wing
not these blasted human things
a plastic falsehood liberty
— due credit to humanity
is not the cage that grips them fast
in deeds you see their ancient lasts
a bucolist's bounty, offspring galore
and factory farms clog every pore
from Turkmenistan to Labrador.
eruption of pustulent bloated cadavers
crying for mothers, all greedy hoard-havers.
Wednesday, March 3, 2021
Tyson
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