I exist printed on paper

 from the mouth of a wet

 many other multitude that

 knows who I am because I

 am trackable. Traceable. I

 leave my trace, my pheromones,

 on every bottled beverage,

 on every book, and people

 smell me wherever I go, the

 stink of citizenship, of sweat

 on starch and anger.

 insecurity, all doubt,

 and we are all growing

 together towards grand

 grinding power to halt

 the world progress to

 chaos and challenge, we

 are free to compete but

 still not sure against

 what, against who.

 glory, world total bond

 to step out of the cell

 of confused franchise and

 uncertain union. We are

 fighting for our lives.

 I am a fighter. Against

 industry that feeds me,

 against you who are highly

 qualified to rot the same

 way. Against myself. My

 self is always rot.

 day that I am alive and

 still after, my children

 will work as my mother has

 worked and we are all of us

 machines of family. Red

 blooded and beautiful, brave

 in the face of slavery,

 smiling at the simple, easy

 pleasures that are sold to

 us because we are all cogs

 that turn each other on.

 I lie as well, to my health

 care provider and to my welfare

 provider and to my big boss

 brand of higher-ups that know

 what I can do, how I can do

 it. I throw bricks through the

 windows of recruiting offices

 but still I buy three classes

 a week and work. I have had debt

 before I have had tits and

 now I have tits and a driver's

 license but I still have debt.

 doesn't know why it's angry

 but still is and still stews on

 couches with reefer and the same

 brown bottles that our parents

 sucked on like the opium of

 generations and the engorging,

 engulfing, embarrassing piss

 ass end to a piss ass night,

 piss ass drunk and finally able