Anti-Chicken Noodle Soup Theory
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Category : Poems
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Early mornings
For forced company.
More congested traffic
And fever dreams.
Every one of us
In this department
Some closer than others
are another long day from deficit
Where our sketched future
Decomposes into the past
To corrode our present.
I keep seeing people
Wheeze their final breath.
They're zombies!
Oh shit, they're walking dead
And will never know.
