La revolución echoes
In lines of consumerist trend
Conservative halo premature hushes
This antagonism to culture
All semblance of posterity
Is a veil of honored fear
Thy sincerity formulaic
In the rantings of reality
As much the concept is real
Quite bereft of cynical dissertation
There is no space to breathe
Only conversation
Dragging time like tomorrow
Prejuding
The legality truncates the question
Prefer a silence absent prejudice
Avoidant of ideological discipline
Cults of vicarious suicide
Ever sit back on the ride
And listen to the street?
Dichotomous opening
The private revolution
Streams of blood and mucus running on
The privatization of happiness
A symphony of computer screens
Marching Escher’s stairs
Erratically scattered ashes
Shown thy chaos
Born in control
Ah
Great pretender doth not pretend
Is make believe that’s all
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