You are not like us, we are already old,
it doesn't matter to us any more.
Tankman the wings splintered niches
Are they in the room with us?
now windows of fragile light
institutional voices skyfall now
the ones you throw inside
any rational person will know
ad hoc rules should not be imposed
pouring into the world,
from the world
at Fundan University
& of the cancelled
self-mutilation of disease:
'I'm not a piece of shit,
I'm a piece of society'
a private motive
managerial techniques
in the name of
what hanging on means
voices the ones you throw inside
a body surrendered
to Tankman’s unconscious bias
garbage disposal patches,
dysgenic trends unchecked
Eternal Hells & the best etiquette
