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Yesterday’s

Cathedrals

Bleed to the malls of today

Each prick with

A needle

Carries the sacred away

The structure

That feeds us

Now comes with a concession tray

Time spent spending for the times leaves you worthless

Cry for reason over rhyme and you run for cover

Creation

Consumption

Replacement’s American eyes

The burden

Of function

Is soothed by the greatest of buys

The hidden

Assumption

Is plain when the battery dies

Time spent spending for the times leaves you worthless

Cry for reason over rhyme and you run for cover

I’ve got no class

But I’ve got cash

I can’t afford

To be so bored

I’ve got no class

But I’ve got cash

I can’t afford

The boredom

Time spent spending for the times leaves you worthless

Cry for reason over rhyme and you run for cover