Tag: Poetry

One day they came out— their meaningless faces and smiles— consumption production and old underpants— they brought their chewing gum and left it— their tics, their facial expressions, their shouts— …

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Fed up with the same old “What a shame, the revolution, we almost got there, but then again, not really.” Fed up with Lenin, Trotsky, and Mao. Fed up with …

W. Muncer: Fed Up Read More