Quickly turns the time
pencils lines upon a face;
in life this shouldn't be.
This morning cold as milk
you sat, waiting to find out
was it him or her?
Always surfaces
never reaching above.
Our children eat poison.
Liberty makes money for the banks.
Clear the table
load the dishwasher
spread the jobs out.
Look up once in a while!
Death is coming to the U.S.A.
Such a history has side effects.
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