by William Skink
Today it’s a poem. Next week, maybe a little exposure. Stay tuned.
stakeholder talons piercing your mind as velvet glove fascists creep into view rebranding campaigns evolve over time seed-planting thought now coming to bloom identity narratives you wear like a suit as inhuman forces pretend to have skin forget how they conjure, diluting your loot and internalize deeply that whiteness is sin if you can't do this you might be turned off denied the smart grid your betters have made the future is WOKE--you think we're joking? just try laughing from the depth of your grave
