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Three thousand dummies Flesh bound like plastic Plastered eyes and hair Exchanging place with Housebound tubes of hair and gristle Watching you watching Workers Waiting for epidemics or bombings, Workless and wanting pay Hands outstretched and rubbing Each to dirty hands And foot to mouth A putrid fount Of metaphoric greed And old disease I flout my anger "Let me bleed" Or drink away the hours Head to floor on forehead balanced Crawling, all the strength To beg; implore you sir: My fleshy body Bends to all desire |