Between
two worlds, we float and whine
deprived
of simplicity, we groan
amid
many, we freeze and moan
hardship
forced down our throat like wine
sitting
on a goldmine…
we
squander our faradays in death zones
we
await doomsday like the petrified bone
…standing
on a landmine
one
world roars in affluence
another
world squirms in squingy squalor
chasm
fueled by pussies with guns in hand
they
reel in the horrors of the difference
both
worlds roll in a universe so squalid
time
and chance our only hope for a future so grand
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