6 million ways to have an out

A listicle subsidised enterprise where one enters and at least 7 reasons listed to die
The CEO’s slice pies with murder weapon assuming it will be never their turn to reckon with a general strike
So take a ticket too or take a hike, pay grade on scale scooped from tips on likes, shares, and ad eyes
Even d├ętournement becomes front page ornament, a self aware torment prized beyond permanent content for portals to contrive

Critique it for being too shallow promising the authors gallows with more lined arrows than rambo had ammo
Screech halt when invited to inner alcove of narcs to be part of a new niche for you to carve up, plateau
Corpses sparkle, rechristened, reborn, the natural arc of a confidence artist writ large in arcane markup tampered
Be the change ex post facto, gone from wanting to ban pack smokes to bankrolling glossy faces with throat open on posters selling tobacco

The headstone is a revolving door, can’t bequest throne to workers if owned by corporations squatting homes, keeping score
An inside job to a freelance, with a part time chore of judge and jury at the court
One foot in the trenches decomposed, adorned with ironclad contracts to burst through domes unlobed
You slow-poke! What you spoke skewers the yoke rope in embers of dismembered coal smoke, so choose the final offer: undisclosed zero sum or location undisclosed

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