“treason” a poem by Eric King


How long until its illegal

to just not want to be long

they’ll sizzle our brains

til we’re just mush in a shell

then put us to work in

factories to waste

Our horrific rap sheet will read

‘Wanted nothing to do with society’

Treason for not partaking

in the commercialization of our identities

Crime of the century being

Not wanting to make or spend

any fucking money.

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