Cube FarmCurled in, confined, in her committed awe.Cube Farm
Her conquered life concurred no more.
In her own head she launched a civil battle,
Against the mechanism of the "Toronto Cattle."
Which stole, constrained, plus kept her conscious self,
and then contrived her placement on the shelve,
gave her a number, and half an arm,
just ’bout enough to join cube farm.
From month to month, from cheque to cheque,
She had some cards not yet a hand.
To take the shepherd of the field.
To eat green grass just as she pleased. &nb
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i sing like a sinner in the name of te lord "fuck mE"
and i sing as an american child "cut me"
and i sing in the words of a perfect man" make me"
and as a kid i sing for as long as i can "free me"
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-Jackie
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