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Culture Shock.

I am a stranger in spirit,

confirmed in print

on documents that

mask their insignificance

with authorized ink.

Though tastefully acquainted

with the bounty of this land,

I cannot help but weep at

the monstrosity of magazines,

a harem of dead eyes baring

white teeth wearing coats of Vaseline.

Despite all didactic efforts

to dissolve into the lost

cause of suburbia,

the consequences

of plastic tastes can

force madness upon

the trembling artists

who will not work to

worship profit.


  1. Its almost sick how life has become so monetary. I enjoyed reading this.


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