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March People-- thousands of them-- (thousands too many) marching in chaotic unison to the beat of a political drum. Just ants, bees in a hive individual cells of this political organism. Manequins each, plastic (dishwasher safe) metallic men with alluminum brains (recyclable) and souls of steel (rusting, slowly combusting.) Daily injections of propaganda placebos create sealed eyes and stuffed ears (open mouths regurgitating religion). People-- thousands of them-- marching forward getting nowhere. |
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