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mute

My graveyard head
wants to know
why Bob Dylan's dead
and nobody sings anymore

the nation squirms reeling
superficial squealing
wearing blood spattered suits
in subcontracted cold

Patriot asshole
with a yellow tooth grin
sells your mother downstream
with her red-pillow dream

and all the world's poets
are suddenly mimes
seems they all only speak
when spoken to