our debts were there before our births
we own no land or horses--
to breathe is to consume, to waste--
to use up--
we shuffling corporate corpses
for their causes--
we sullen forces--
we're born and then we suffer--
we're born and then we suffer
we feel the whip crack 'cross our backs
our chains we hear them rattlin'
"that's life" the billboard sighs and shrugs--
and smiles sweet--
and stifles thoughts and actions
we live plastic--
static; placid--
then lie in brand name coffins
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