Solaynt People
when eye look into the hobo stew eye see my reflection its true
they made the pepsup soda and dropped people in the vats and chopped them into soda cans
they poured us into the bean cans
the corn chips have a black one near the bottom it is always there it is tom he got too close to catching on
when they make formaldehyde Jeckle is the last ingredient they pack him in the thing they pour it out it smells like alcoholics drink him down
when circus people come to down the street they disappear they find them in the meat burritoes clown around
missing for too long they must have got me eyem a cracker now
Senators are not immune they get the ones that bark at moon they hide the fact that they get caught like anyone in the conveyor belt they make a lot of bread sticks from a fat big politician
policeman on the rocks
lawyers in the boondocks
street sanitation workers wind up as the potatoes
six times they packed the meat six times they filled those cans to heap the humans up to the very top over riding the church steeple
six times they sealed us in
we are the Solaynt People
a really good friend of mine just told me my poem is funny but nice to read and even means something to be thought about later
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