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What, no opinions?
Here's another. More of a song lyric than poetry but i guess thats my style.
-TV Stardom Bitch-
Opened up with fingernails
A catwalk dance with your entrails
Biting on the bloody needle
Held by the hand that feeds you
Making the empty gin bottle spin
Break the finger from your wedding ring
Appease the voices inside your head
Entice the masses into your bed
Cuts your slave trade fingers off
If you ever try to turn it off
Let me brainwash you
Let me tell you how to think
Let me brainwash you
Correct your thoughts with blood red ink
Thought that cameras steal the soul
Til they signed you up on their payroll
Tuck them in with blanket rage
Provoke the names on every page
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There are only two industries that refer to their customers as "users". - Edward Tufte
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