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[empallin]

pop! pop! pop!
reports and no report
and the city start your eulogy
running through you nightmares
every damn day
running to end
running to the beginning
of that last bus to nowhere
"got any change"
as the song of the mourners
slow and bitter
like the smell
of pizza and stale piss
the inspirational quotes
of over-sized billboards
standing so proudly
as your headstone
more for less
you can do better
find out for yourself
how good life can be
covered with piles of trash
windblown and left to rot in the sun