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Hanging by a head, emasculated, a generation of heroes gone MIA

Chalk imagery outlined footprints, bodyprints, and eyes thrown back against the city lights

Lost, fundamentally withered, perpetually diminished, degraded from being first into first class, for a little bit of money

Unrecognizable faces plastered on milk cartons, been gone missing from reduction for months now

Out of focus, a throw-away take-away deleted scene, glorified,

Like Shakespeare in Boston Commons, handhelds over hands held, act three, fade in, she leaves

Masturbated inside toll booths surrounded by bridges, with one hand on the buzzer, then gave up and walked across for free, destination known

Cost inefficient, overpopulated, poorly managed, breaking bones against broken bones, the spirit, already in a cast, cast out, enraged, guilt-ridden

Helpless, defined by it, redefining monotony, smashing ctrl alt delete, blaming everyone else, in righteous fury, they were all wrong, everybody

Now there is no one here, the earth, bent over, misaligned, mistaken for a goddess, helpless

In need of a friend, not a monster, but always forever always hanging by it all, all of it