• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 02
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Drink Your Milk, Conformist

Drink your milk, proclaims the 1950s,
Starched smiles and skies too neatly
cerulean and white. no shades
of gray and black allowed
no questioning,
just drink your milk while Mother
smiles. even while she makes love to
the milkman in bars at night
and plans to run off
milk empty, booze replenished
drink your milk, cause that’ll help
defeat the Soviets and lechery
families dissolved bones beneath starched smirk