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Forfeiting Sense For A Cent

Cents,
exist as time spent.
Be you,
only this?
Only,
this simplistic cent?
Oh,
penny,
I shall call you,
then.
For,
you've forfeited,
your name.
Such,
has been,
washed away from,
your brain.
Be you,
forever only,
a penny,
every second,
everyday.
Oh,
capitalism.
Oh,
how you've altered,
the whole.
Oh,
how these useless beings,
seek only,
control.
Stupidity,
shall be the downfall,
of all.
For,
no beings seem,
to truly care.
They,
speak absent action.
Move,
absent the ability to be,
aware.
For,
be there nothing but,
cents,
dying for a,
cent...
©yungb123