Clever Machinery

Every morning I head out my door to join the cultural cattle drives that take me to the slaughter centers—what we call school or work— where my mind is lacerated with mindless minutia.  At least my sacrifices are rewarded with some paper certificates and notes. I’m told they’re needed to live a happy and worthwhile life.

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