A Poem (pg. ?)

You use language as a tool

whilst I play it like a fiddle, fool

to diddle you brain – delight

N’ entertain

To unrefrain the frame

That you’ve attained

By pain of miseducation gained

It’s plain to see – you

vacant-brained, a latent prostitute

of institutional, mass-scaled

Servitude, dude

But it’s cool.

You do me

N’ I’ll do you

A derp do derp

Do a doo-wap a do?

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