Stop Making Sense
P Patti Masterman
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Stop trying to make sense of things,
telephone wires are invisible now-
They flow straight into people's brains,
and next year they'll be implanting them,
you'll be permanently online.
One day I looked up
and swallowed a big chunk of glass,
Right out of the diamond sky-
People piss out demons from whiskey
into all the reservoirs,
People drinking it sicken unknowingly.
Some have twisted strips of white plastic
like Martian sinews
buried under their skin-
But they think it's from that car wreck from 1972.
Some believe vaccines are weakening us
with mercury, heavy metals;
an undocumented virus
but it's all in the meat we eat;
the animals fighting are inside of us
their flesh is antagonistic to our species
it leaves proteins behind, slowly killing
and the invading virus that wins-
eats us all.
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