Miniature America
by [REDACTED]
Outside there are a thousand tiny lights
Each one as bright as the last.
One thousand blue glowing screens
And one thousand cats.
The world revolves around one hundred men
Here they are.
One thousand other men in cars
Going faster, much faster than ever before
To find that empty place
The place where they can stake a claim to what is only justly theirs.
Where do they go from here?
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