William-Kate tea-cups
help millions recall screen dreams...
"freedom" a used bag
Zeus' orphans can be
found, sprawled like rubbage around
the greyhound station
Colorful roses
thrive by the coal free-way where
Ford's seeds zoom viral
patients are branded
sub-human by U..S.A.
consumed by "grandeur"
the junkie God threw
around brains super-human...
called "Elliott Smith"
This vast robotic
world breeds endless "duka..."
I bless the war-heads
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