They sit around tables rendered dumb
Coloured sticks of chalk are passed around
Today the doctors allow the illusion of choice
Tomorrow the necks split, there is no voice

Draw a perfect circle, sleep foetus-like
Six chalk colours the very meaning of life
They wake to strobes and half circled light
Confusion lifts with potassium percolate

V-s-e-c piggy
Piggy piggy
Piggy piggy

Clean - cooking - flower-arranging
Dissolves a kind of liberation

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