Poem: SOLO CUP PROPHECY

A rather grotesque poem for you all today.

SOLO CUP PROPHECY

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Look at the bottom
Of the sinking solo cup:
This is where your future lies.

These beaten voices
Wrote their own script but
Forgot to teach me

Try to decipher their scrawl
Your cry to a dead spirit
Ridiculed and stamped into pulp
Comical while your frozen
Mimes shriek unknown sorrow
Desecrated in an abyss
Boned and obscured by sweat
Sexing locked to your parts

Just stop this thing they call
Breathing

Wash all into the gutter
Sizzle away, unknown,
But seen

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