Obsolete

Here before me,
Stand accused.
Your contributions.
We're unamused.

Your crime:

Your mind
Your independence.
Your thoughts.
Your words

Now less
Repentant.

Hang loose,
Resplendent,
With romance
And passion.

We've since
Moved on.
You're out
Of fashion.

Time to send you
Into
Liquefaction.

Obsolete.

It sounds so neat.
Nice and sweet.
A tray of treats.

Please sit down.
We're selling
Your conscience
By the pound.

In kind reprieve,
Your begging hour,
Fall on your knees.
Let cries devour

The empty station
You abandoned.
Now that life
seems less so
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Random.

Resplendent
And sartorial,
We'll be in line
At your memorial.


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