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The desert drinks blood like rain.
Still, we give up the sweat from our backs,
spit salt,
and die as raisins do.

We live thirsty,
always for oil,
Candy and Pornography.

We sweat and pay
the Money Maker,
and pay the Money Maker
and pay the Money Maker
to govern us.

And the Printing Press—
We made—
spits sheets and sheets
to be sliced and dealt,
Dollar bills to the lowest bidder.

So that our toil
Will oil
A brighter future for our kids
To fill the valve of another’s car.

And they will see for certain
That
The desert drinks blood like rain,
And so do I.














So do I.





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