Strike True

Strike True

Find me folded, marred & rough molded, under the overpass.

Strewn in pieces flailing, wailing to the galaxy, fallacy of singularity.

Features bent askew, few fumbled thoughts, tumbled knots threw out on tarnished rock, locks embrace me, encasing we.

Seas crash downstream, unseen thrashing, clashing of the tide wall, the siren's call of sinking, slinking back to primordial well, clarion bell.

Gel oozing, losing of the mind, rhyme on concrete lime, spirits lost on a trader's dime, fine wine and pity boozes seeping round a thin blue line, fines and filigree, tragedies and travesties.

Wires cross, devils toss lies from on high, atom bomb cry, servers fry, ply perverts their bits, fly bots to meet wits with arrows, marrow of the hivemind seeded, Red Lobster, mobster in the library heeded, looking to fraternity, shorted eternity.

Find a chink in their armor, you mortal soul, discern it's goal, lest omega comes, sums us all, manifest in a thousand million proud corporate breast, tested against rebellion, Orwellian globe, lobes entranced, financed, find a weakness, and strike true, red and blue, or it will be you,

Found folded, marred & rough molded, under the overpass.

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