After a proper education
we’re lost in the street hustle,
a heartbreaking global swindle,
doctors selling addicted chicken
and screaming blue grass,
A mathematical ghost
for the degenerated people.
In the mines of minerals
a pile of drowning corpses
to pay of the golden palace
and a rocket to the stars.
The strawberries used to grow wild
in the dawn
near the riverside.
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