Burn Baby Burn
Worms wriggling underground, women burning bras
broken candelabras
& me:
burning candles at both ends,
flaming youth going up in smoke
piped music calmly tiptoes into my room,
clouds drift by my window momentarily taking on human forms,
heavy uniformed officials march up & down,
choking on cigarettes & all the lies they are taught to believe in.
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