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letra de vaporware - decapitation in the food court

examining my body in the fallout of an ad campaign
i will self-amputate my over-diagnosed remains
to impress myself in buildings that were never built to last
where they’re serving violent rations to the passive
for an hour and a half
till they’re dour and understaffed
a free sample of the primate life to empty all our pockets
a preamble to the nominated critical success
we don’t want to hear you scream into a microphone
you are not acting in accordance with our ordinance of
power to the last
i know everything about you so why do i ask?

how do all of you control yourself so well
when softly murmuring of manic episodes
playing to a crowd that’s somewhere else
or jumping up and down to the beat of your trauma
i guess this is the best we can do
together in our loneliness tantalizing passerby
with feelings that they wish they could try on
wondering what it would be like

to be a permanent fixture of ire all your life
(whatever gets you through the night)
self-professed self-awareness only makes you self victimize
compartmentalized bad sides
universally agreed upon
present past the soon enough
weathering my memories of yuzuka
staved urbana stains across champaign
rust upon my diamond in the rough
distraction theory scarcely glorified in all my fiction
so i haven’t direction which to run
in cowardly self-spaying of ambition
i fling the things i love into the sun

this is all i have
syncopated air
creaking through c-n-ls
never enough for anyone to care

is this thing on
so you can all drive forks into my
fleshy thoughts long gone i believe that i am

- decapitation in the food court

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