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poetry penned in moon dust

They’ve made sunshine artificial

cellophane contains rainforest mist

we tread never ending stairway

all that’s living sorely missed


music tuned on rounds of plastic

nature sneers in futility baulks

nothing here really matters

our food source comes fresh from a box


green is just another color

nothing in the dirt is real

silk are all the flowers blooming

all that swims comes from Mercury’s reel


break a pack it will cool you

smash these gels for your feet

what you hold is meant to fool you

supplement the real de-feat


This is a rant that I wrote after eating pesticide laden veggies from Mexico. The Central Valley in California is more than capable of growing the crops for the nation and yet it is often short-changed by big business and politics in Northern and Southern California. I loved reading this morning (on the box) that my…

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