Wonder Bread Poem

Your hand will blend,
and you can get your daily fracking done too.
The stuff that comes out is a bad snot substitute;
you can see right through your plastic raincoat.
The woodpeckers jabbed at the vinyl siding,
and the goldfish went after the cookies.
The Wonder Bread factory did cupcakes as well;
both are just molding on the jammed conveyor belt.

Detroit falling apart is pessimistic
and therefore decadent, just for fun,
and tries to make some point by doing nothing.

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