***

” The blinded eye spoke,

Of the headless toads

Being used for growing organs,

For transplants.

For it is far more profitable,

To sell parts, than to prevent

Or even cure man’s ill fated,

Self inflicted diseases.

I can’t find a straw in my revery,

Nor comfort in my ideals,

For while among the heretics,

Burn the flag and touch their hearts,

With ecstacy and porno films.

I too wonder who painted

The seas of understanding,

For among the shining, we shine.”

—— Surgical

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