A Trojan peace settlement
Ultra clean, disinfected, strange
Dystopian
Bleach filled
Piss soaked metropolis
Of the human creation
People so stupid
They think it smells like
A lemon twist
Nothing to go off on,
So I gotta write a bunch of messages so they can
Make a fist.
Connection
Creating
Communication,
Communication
Creating
Whispers,
Whispers
Creating
Rumors,
Rumors
Creating
Distrust.
A disgusting, plateau of enough
Almost as delicious as an
Ecstasy rush
Savage nation of no luck
Cold drink to survive
worth
Several bucks.
How is this happening?
Malpractice
I guess this isn’t my side of the law
But I had to write a poem to express my
Apathy
Distrust
Disgust
And you know that I must
Present an opinion
In a land created for freedom
But one that no one ever realizes
Is created for you and me
All of the oceans and their trees
A technological
Monstrous
Awesome
Disheartening
Land
For the free
And the brave
And the poor
And the hopeless
On a planet in the middle of the stars
Where love and hope seem so far
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