McPeople
Tuesday, July 1st, 2008McPeople
by Wolfgang Nibori
broken simulations of the human mind we’ve come to call systems
creating a mass logic by which we organize ourselves
into scams of alleged order that a properly motivated theif
flicks open quicker than a simple lock picked by expertise
crafting endless variants of hierarchal irrelevance
following like stunned cows down the chute to slaughter
each of us ending up between buns hiding under pickles
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