they hover over their plastic faces to greet you
and shake you with their immaculate prosthetics
do not to disturb the raging polyps of trust
you came here, dressed in a thin illusion
to overdose your mind on fluorescent dayshifts
to do jawflips for a crustaceous boss
who wanks silently under his desk in the after hours
plastic cups are recycled here
reality is sold back to you as anti-dandruff shampoo
under the condition that you stick around
out of the window you see a purposeless mountain
that rests in the shadow of nothing
you are a still a timber frame bolted on love
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