Go take your medication. This is the last great American movement. Peace and love are dead, rebellion has been quelled. All that’s left is the dead rotting carcass of American culture Left out in the sun to wither.
Soaked in acid, wrapped in fuzz, Saturated in smoke and nicotine buzzed Broken glass litters filthy floor, Wooden panels mask the sick and the bored. Bitter gaze, caustic little smile, And from dead eyes, the sting of the bile.
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