60 Sec. from Convenience by Pill

And I call it the formula of moderate response

The carelessness of convenience
- a social tool-
as it is in its present situation.

My body congealed and dripping off of my major monuments,
my body congealed and sticking to your fingertips,
despite being tied to the wire with a lack of relation.

Who knows? No one cares, but it happened.

It's the dance that all the kids have been talking about.

We call this dance mass hysteria:
put your hands behind my neck
- press swiftly -
to promote someone else’s revolution
under the guise of my appearance.

Reading warfare strategies in my travel magazines;
maybe when the conflict’s over we should vacation there?

All those things that make you bad?
Who knows? No one cares, but it happened.

Contemporary colonialism -
What a pretty thing I can buy for myself.

Doing our part with minimal effort.

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