A poem written and published on 11/06/2005 in alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo. It was intended to be a fast "spoken word" track over electronic-techno-metal music. It was topical for my life at work during this time period as it pretty much described what my corporate masters were doing to me at the time.
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Splued.
Splued.
what is won't last.
no time to ask.
or complete the task.
We are splued
by our past
the cycle will, turn.
the future will, burn.
the heart will, yearn.
but no one will, learn.
what will be won't last
no utopia will come.
we're all too dumb.
we are splude.
by our past.
Too blind to be.
Too deaf to see.
Too lost to flee.
Too cool. to me.
what will be.
won't last.
you may think you got it made.
you're so smart to the game that's played.
but you don't see what's coming fast.
you are splued by your past.
what is won't last.
no time,
to ask.
or complete,
the task.
you are splued by your past.
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splued: verb, a state of being spewed-splattered-glued-screwed.
