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Win, Win, Lose, Lose (Free verse) by Dovina

A bioengineered nation, top-heavy with old, longevity treatments sold, replenishes its labor force with cheap service, jobs for young poor. Win-win Immigrants come and remain stubbornly foreign, unspeakably Spanish, unchangeably Muslim, un-American. Win-lose Neglecting to die, the old work on, suppressing the young, insulting the immigrants, demanding cheap service, unnaturally alive. Lose-lose

Dovina 23-Jun-07/4:16 AM
Yeah, the ending is a bit too neat; I’m an imperfectionist too. Will think on it. Thanks.




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