I had a dream the ghouls of advertising mutely ceased

I had a dreamThe ghouls of advertising mutelyCeasedTheir murderous assaultUpon my bodyThe metrosprawl Suburban tractsWere allPloughed underTo make room forPlanting thingsGod gives for free
AgribusinessWas in the dustTheir chemical bombsNo longer detonating in our bodiesTo make usDiabeticAnd unable to set footBefore footWe are a walker nation again
No more baconater triplesSupersonic burgersBk quad stackersBread bowl pastasNo more archerNo more davisNo more midland

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