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Static
in his sterile white attire
he mixes potent drinks
skin peeled back from fumigation
never seen the light of day
he mixes dishes to grant our wishes
think we pay?
he wires fame and shame
to keep us high for one more day
swirling through the gas
he holds the antidote
so as we choke
he can wave and gloat
can i have some more
static
I just adore static
he laughs without a smile
his eyes set in steel
a human being
who cannot feel
you want a fight
you want a life
you want to see
through static.
