On a chilly November night
the rancid furnace factory fortress
birthed monsters from its sour belly
Spring loaded from diabolical netherworlds
their slimy tentacles strangled City Hall demons
Radio waves were clogged with conjecture
Refurbished mannequins on the tv news
vomited fictional political conspiracies
Like the nefarious Empires before it
Boiler City fell
I drive at night
scouring for food and bytes of data
Gun fully loaded
Brain sputtering on fumes
I hear sounds in the darkness
unholy siren songs
Sideshow Freaks patrol the muted landscape
Insane things on the side of the road
hold up numerous thumbs
Scheming for a ride
ANGER AT THE END OF THE WORLD 
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