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Saccharine
(scrapbook)

Sane societies slumber.
Surely sleeping soundly, sweetly.
Starry skies shine,
saintly silver slivers.
Shimmering silks, sequins.
Syrupy songs sung softly.

~ Schism

Saltine
(surface/substantiality)

'Sapien's societies suck souls.
Sit, shut, stand, shop, shop, stay.
Sacred SUVs: salary.
Spineless sheep slave,
slugging standard shabby satchels:
Sunday-Saturday.
Sanctifying scholarly, selfish,
self-sabotaging salutatorians.
“Sabbath-” scam! “Salvation-” scram!
“Shariah?-” sadist Saddam...sick scoundrels!
“School?-” [strong shouts] success! sacred SAT system!
Stanford so..sagacious!
“...Sir-” settled! [slang]

*shudder* *strolling streets*

Skinny, slinky, sexualized, salacious sisters...
saddening...so shallow.

Sign:
SALE: SAFEGUARD SOULS
SIMPLE SYRINGE SHOT
(Shields: STDs, Syphilis,
Schizophrenia, Sickle-cell,
scoliosis, shame...[scroll])

Sexism. Satire. Scarecrows.
Scattered sibling shoes.
Stealing. Selling. Shouting.
Shrewd spouses...slaves?
Septuagenarians...shunned.
Sheriff... Sailor...
Surgeon...Secretary
Sophie...

*stop* *speak*

+salad
+spork
+soup
+spoon

Something sapid, savoring.

*sit*

Skeptical, shadowy sense/soundness,
surely sallow.

Short suggestion:
Save society. Salvage sanity.

*shrugs* *slurps*

splendid.
-self



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