I eat crayonsThe toxins aid in my creativityThen I wash them down with the nectar of automobilesBrains made of circuitryGrown with radiationThe free market is kind of expensiveEarth is so bright, I can’t see the stars The bird builds but a humble nestBut you, YOU build buildings that scrape the sky bloody with pollution,I close … Continue reading Choking on the Nectar of the Industrial Fruit