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Dirty Work

Consumption is passive.
We all have to buy to live, work to buy.
But what we buy is passive.
Mostly only based on availability.
Mostly only choosing one out of many.
Mostly only harmless sustaining and expensive taste.

Let other men slaughter your animals
You're no hunter, let other men kill.
Let others, still, clean up your dirt
That job is too rich for your class.
Let others spend hours searching for diamonds
wrapped in the blood of their brothers.
Let others do your paper work.

Don't get blood on your hands, no.
Don't spur war. Don't you.
Don't you get mud on your
hands either. You can't wash away
everything clean, all the time.

Just be an intention. Just be a motivation
for war. No panic.
Just be the 'society' everyone can point at
when they try to explain civil dissonance and rigidity
and violence and absurdity.

Stay put. Blame conditioning.
Blame lack of will, herd mentality.
Blame the education system that taught you less
and wronged you more
and your parents who just didn't understand
and your friends who never let you think
and your goddamn neighbors who are the first and final
representation of 'society'.

Blame them all today for your inaction.

After all, you're not the action itself.
And who can point out if you were the causal thought?
You're not the enraged shooter, you are the allowance for arms.
You're not the deranged rapist, you're the consumer of porn.
You're not the butcher.
You're not the soldier.
You're the ivory tower poet that makes sense of it all.
While people that battle continue to do
Your Dirty Work.

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