Cornucopia of Oblivian’s Workers Headline Sonnet

“Cops bust two men with storage locker stuffed
With Brooklyn synthetic marijuana
[Men are hustling to provide enough
Drugs to make us think we’re in nirvana]”

The demand for a narcotic escape
From unrelenting capitalism
Or noble unending people’s debate
In the lofty halls of Communism

Shows the working class’s lemming-like-march
Towards the arctic abyss (where glaciers were).
We have made free time our enemy arch
And we seek drugs & booze to the lines blur

So we seek out ev’rything that’s nothing
To keep us from feeling past our greed’s stuffing #HeadlinePoem


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