Th e wast e land

There was a land
All filled with waste
And shorten'd words
N' souls replaced.

Many recycled people,
And recycled blood

For the torment of
The wastelands love

We surrounded
Ourselves in books
Until the words
Took over us

The Magazine
Was a "filler" zine
Didn't matter though
"I'm a death machine."

We cared not at all.
Didn't mind the fall.
Didn
'
t
mind
Disgrace.
Didn't mind the empty plate.
Didn'
t
mind
the T
Or  the separations
From you and me

Didn
t 
mind
The lost apostraphe

Didn't mind
The spelling mistakes
'cause it's all because of the machine.

I force my hand ..

To say the words.
While the matrix churns,
And burns and burns,
My very soul.

From ev'ry end.
To the other and
All the milk I drink
And
All the milk I drink.