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punchin’ in

on a time card

gets to be

a pain in the ass

you stand in line

for minutes

that seem like hours

just to stick

a fucking card

into a clock

to indicate that,

yes, in fact,

you are present

and then again later

to prove that

you have left the place

someday

I wanna go

to Monticello

I wanna see

Jefferson’s hemp farm

run by slaves

tho he wanted

to abolish slavery

sniff the paraquat

used to kill

the descendants of his farm

and wonder how

he would feel

about all this shit

it seems we have

gotten off track

and lost our humanity

and I feel like a machine

and I stick my card

into the time clock

to validate my presence

if it were

sexual metaphor

it would be

a very apathetic fuck

one you just do

without thinking or feeling

kinda like with a hooker

& I’m stuck

with this feeling;

a cheap feeling

exactly the kind

you would get after

fucking a lame whore

and not caring about it

and I keep thinking

thru my mind

that it really wasn’t

supposed to be this way.