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"Zoo Wexner's Shadows of Power",

Author: Rex Gold
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"Zoo Wexner's Shadows of Power",


The worm hole.
From human eye
To the metropolis cube of galactic

Subjects minds caged
With laser boxes of revanth.
Covering their ears
Carrying their houses
Hugging their preowned vehicles
Floating away from Mac books
The masks of zalps glued to many

New children made from peeve
Syringes - The first harm they ever feel
Laser boxes of abashment
To make them willfully ignorant
As mortarboards lead them to the cliffs.
Men made into the same Robotnik
Men emerge from coffins of blood paper
Smiling over their racket.
Intercoms plugged in the backs of heads
Your clamedia panels
Your talk show liars
Your Pop star with dripping white eyes
Spreads legs - lurking behind her.
Bolted on marriages thrill onlookers
Screen of violence performers
Megaphone held by an abuser
Overbearing tycoon whispers direction
Masked women initiating divorce
Their enslaved Bella mafias scheme pull.
So men live in a new despair of teachings
The phone - offered to you for worship
Group selfies with oil rig backgrounds
Shopping bags held by more foobs
Anorexia at the jade reflection of obesity
Chains at the necks while hands meet hips
Gutted hogs line beside this runway
Masks crack for tears to reveal fallen
How intimidation cannot kick Vitamin S
Who pays for arrows to light up
That say look at me most of your day.

Hogs in cages fall, to arrive at your event
Cows meet every scythe haymaker
Cannibalism hidden thanks to oberst
The heart of Vegas is hungry
As the Times Square appetite lies
Smiles - open suitcases of syndromes
It rains dingers, thunders zlunt
Opened mouths of craycray
Mothers stretch the jaws of their own
More handshakes of necktie cartels
More men digest men
You sell time, you buy time
The cane holder gives over permission
Greenlight satisfies two faced tician
The orders reach security consulting
The word gets to stringed militias
6Motion technology handles blood paper
Smiles - blindfolded families
Praying hands - picked pockets

Men passed around like little women
Gold chains of social programs
Great Society Fatherless
They line up - holes at their center
Holding a hand over another mouth
Bankrolled hands in another's spine
They all hold the phones - laughing at you
People stacked for monopoly coalition
Blood smoke from arrogant heads
As red and blue share a podium
Two hands of the same clock.
Supporters arguing with trousers down
Fingers at the lips of imperialist aims
Who gather around frightened children--
The parents suffer cropping migraines
The phones never stop
Data ventures invasion
Persuading their daughters for pregnancy
Delivered to those who run this bitch
Sent to those who never got caught
This is what you asked for.
Missiles above stacked people
Floor spaces smaller than holding cells
The shelter, the driveway, the status
Falls like winded cardboard.
Every laser box breaks
Every chief executive becomes shucked
Blood vomit from catastrophic defeat
Parties nolonger staffed
Crashes of the cameras eyes--
Only bones remain from metal gear.
Men left, broken into pieces of stone
Appearing as Fantastic Thing
Face the mouth of a dragon
Women become the sky's Phoenix
Falling into the light
For the hearts chose the light.

A new tree formed.
A new kind of child rests.
New eyes hover you
This world restored
Frequencies given back.

How did you survive these disturbances?

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