While

The vials ate the air
Yet no one seems to care
Blue turns a milky white
Still no one’s in the fight
Beneath the growing shroud
Neutered in the crowd
Or scattered cross the plain
Citizens eat their cane
They go about their day
And look the other way
They more than anything
Grab at that brass ring
Until they’ve Got It Made
Then resting in the shade
Drinking from viaduct
Don’t want to know their fucked

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