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June 3, 1997
Poison’daire
there’s poison in the air which is neither seen nor heard and when I tell them to stop it all they tell me I’m absurd
I daren’t touch the leaves I daren’t touch the lawn I daren’t touch a single thing this stuff is sprayed upon
I am slowly dying done in by degrees simply so that greener grass may exist beneath the trees
and food last longer before we eat it and cars go faster cooler... my life, I just can’t keep it
and since we’re all partakers in a certain subtle sense the people that are killing me are me and all my friends
Out for my walk this afternoon I smelled poison on the grass and wondered what it did to me. The allusion in the title is not at any specific manufacturer, it’s just to show that all of us are responsible.
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