"Progression"

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no format

no “right” way to exist

but capitalism was prescribed

by the ones who solely benefit

the ones who imply false authority

do they not realize that we’re

all equally stuck here?

mechanic, monetary statues

numeric, ordinary has-beens

listen to the humming of their cycles

the same old “broken record” metaphor

stampedes of the enslaved freemen

work,

buy,

work,

buy,

work, buy, work, buy, work, buy,

work,

die.

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