The poetry of conflict
Unmarked helicopters hovering overhead
Shouting into the receiver
Over Lord this is Arch Angel
We are yours OverLord
Command!
The mad Capitan screaming the Lord is coming soon!
Over the black helicopters speakers
Look up down forward and back again
These balaclavas were issued by the queen
Think about it and you’ll realise
You saw nothing at all
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Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress
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