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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Every morning the animated claw
selects me from my womb
Pulled up
To bottle feed by machine

One little piggy

Slam on the snooze only makes the
nightmare five minutes longer
Re up for one more sunrise
At one PM

I could stay up all night
for my industrial bang

knowing the crane always comes for me
eventually


Posted by md at 10:07 AM
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