Earth Night

Eye Con

by Dredd

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if   oil eyes are on the mother prize
oil lies ooze through propaganda lips
hopium stained teeth glisten in a darkness
as the patient gazes again through 
smogs of dense atmospheres;   if
children play war games  in the pantry
where plastic elastic Saran
wraps culinary mysteries
with garbled wisdom from Keratin;
if
we orate on the dying patient
a la heaven is our reward we illiterately slice a literate mother we industrially trash Earth One to dutifully kill our only here;   if
we stick another hypoderrick  into her heart grok-attach another leech to let out the dark blood  in another empire of woe;   if   flowing madly flowing madly the nowheres of minds are singing no songs while prancing in all trances to grok reprobate cognition;
if 
mistakes of exponential error stick with oozing terror harmony (Earth Night Stamps sell out Earth Night Cards erase the trees) on the way to a funeral;   if   in the eye candy cathedral full of eye con poison driving on winding lanes  of poof we flee until we vanish.

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