the converts are confused about the protocol
Their ingestion picking up speed , but over it , they don't seem to have any control
Still thinking about the weekend even tho' they've been pensioned off
Still doing the paper work to get to a better trough
applying for the paradise they can almost touch
its either down town or out at that beach house that gives such a rush
Debauchery from the top
brings failure of an African crop.
The emission of humanity, or inhumanity, depends on which buttons get pushed
On what sentiments get past the sensors, and get voiced
On what berries get picked
On what dreams get kicked
The jewel, beyond the heart beat , is breath sensitive,
Releasing, reluctantly, its captives.
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