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Australopithecus

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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I got your traumatic

In peace

Wreakin’ havoc

And bring the disorder back

Full automatic

Been trackin’ the fascists

Since smilodon reigned

And still fashionin’ spears

For that pussy paw’s claim

Left’em slain

As a stain

On prehistory’s cave

Where I offered the primitives

Visions ablaze

And made slaves

Of the shadows

They caste

Off their chains

And together we toiled

In disparate shit

Till the spirit of Waqqa

The crescent moon lit

Sickle gripped,

Sinews ripped,

Chattel whipped and equipped

With the will to subsistence

Existence

Resist

And from such a collective

No lord could evict

Who was with

The community

Even me

Free

From the fossilized,

Privatized,

Posted sign,

Property

Paradise cost

But a Lost World’s

Monopoly

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