Life,
it gabs
you.
Pulls
you into
this place.
Throws
you
into the
deep
end of
the pool.
Determined.
Accident
of birth.
Location
determines
indoctrination.
Force fed
nonsense,
brainwashed
to be
who you become.
Fighting,
keeping head
above water.
No chance
to think,
to question.
What’s going
on?
No answers,
only
questions.
Charlatans
promise answers.
They
have none.
Confusion!
Fighting
to the
bitter end.
Wow!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 21st, 2019 07:17
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Comments1
enjoyed from top to bottom....
Glad you liked it. Thank you for reading my work.
It has been a gas...
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