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Be Not This American Prostitute

Wonder,
I do,
of this silly system.
Wonder,
shall any of these beings,
ever comprehend what it means,
to be human entities?
For,
be there,
no human within such.
Within,
this american existence.
Be there,
only prostitution.
For,
this vacuous country,
shall seek,
nothing but a cent.
Shall,
do anything,
for the sake,
of a singular dollar.
Shall,
place collars,
upon beings,
deemed constituents.
Oh,
to deem oneself such.
To be,
this being.
This,
rat trapped,
in a skinner box.
This,
which believes,
in the uselessness of,
a government's sound.
That,
believes this country,
cares deeply,
about this rat,
simply being around.
For,
be you nothing,
within such.
Be you,
nothing whilst they,
force you to work.
Force,
your seed,
to be indoctrinated,
by these schools,
which shall never teach.
Which,
shall never help,
you become,
a human being.
Wonder,
I do.
For,
I wonder,
why shall,
any human being,
seek to be deemed,
american?
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