Oh Doctor Where Art Thou?

encourage cancer for your workers

drone buzz bleeding your ear

vomit is ready and waiting

you only need to push a button


looking up to demons

looking down at nothing

tobacco smells comfort souls

up until the end


each iconoclast borrows

from the last

the fiddler on the roof

fell off and is no more


vacancy in the brain

raining tears

your skull is covered red

you cannot take care of others


you are withering yourself

write a prescription

and pay the same as us

this whiteness lacks purity


ignore all humans

whilst spewing ruinous pleasure

anything is better

everything is

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