The madhouse is designed to make you
Scared as fuck from ever turning down work
Keep huffing for breath
Nose down
Eyes on your paper
Don’t talk to classmates
Help stragglers?
Fuck ‘em
Survive
Damocles is morning’s beard growth in stomach acids
Appease thrumming-stone sunrise
Answers
Toil
Fear
Survive
Poets howl at moons
Run barefoot
Abandon machinery
Sip whiskey in the glimmer of rebellion
Shit in soil
Fuck in grass blades
Toss wrench into engine
Seed sprouts in fecund excrement
Fifty tomatoes one bush
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