"Mosaic City"

In the multiplicity of the city
Groaning buildings that fit together
like teeth in a row
Crowded amongst the masses
They hear the pounding of the feet
Even though they have no ears
They see the people in the street
Even though they have no eyes
Their mouths are wired shut
Even though they cannot speak in words
Bird dung is their cosmetic makeup
Some prefer eye liner while others don't
All they have to do is stand there and look
Beautiful all day
They do not need to think even though
They have a brain
Musak is piped in with subliminals in it
Or at least that is the rumor
Not the subliminals-but the music
Motionless people at work
Get to be in the elevator all day

~Moses~
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