Friday, October 1, 2021

THE MALLEABLE ONE

Sour days
for the ghost in
the dancing machine
Your sampled heartbeat
bought
out
by the loose
moraled influencers
who traversed the floor of commerce
to nuzzle with the counterfeiting gig
Now
for sport
they accelerate the genocide
of dignity
in self-contained charisma
It’s how they work
They construct a melody
extracted from your most egregious malady
And when the music starts anew
you are malleable
Acquisition of your heart
non-negotiable
but the beat
never to be empathized with
again
-Steven Fortune
09 25 21

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