Conversation is a dying Art
Many no longer wants to take part in reality
Like Elmers their eyes stay glued to the iPhone or the Android
Transforming them into i Robots and Androids, cyborgs that aren’t doing any Justice for the League
People used to casually gaze up at the sky now it’s more like Skynet the machines are rising
And the people are getting a rise out of the machines
Literally men would rather dock at porn hub than drop their anchor at the fleshy hub of a real woman
Women would rather flaunt their assets on Instagram then in front of their main man getting
Their validation from the thirsty comments and likes from a Simp social media has become her pimp
Instead of people keeping their face in a book they would rather be on Facebook tending to other folks business, checking up on the ex, or being down loaded with toxic propaganda and bull crap
The sheeple are taking pictures of their meals and flaunting their materialism cars, clothes, sneakers, jewelry, watches but yet loose track of time while on social media
You got more friends on the Net than you do in real life and more validation on the Net than you do in real life
I mentioned before about being asleep in the Matrix and the Last Poets told us that the Revolution will not be televised even if it was streamed the masses still couldn’t see it
Like starving people they wouldn’t be able to offer any feedback
They call them smart phones but they’re really MCD mind control devices
People aren’t even aware of their surroundings because the iPhone is the Apple of their eye
People can’t keep track of reality because their reality is virtual
You see your no threat to Big Brother or the 1% they just gave you 5g
Now they can make the sheeple Dumb and Dumber keep us in a slumber while they orchestrate the American Scream
- Author: Zenith Intellect (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 21st, 2022 08:31
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Modern day idol. I liked it.
Thank You Very Much and yes I agree its definitely a modern day idol indeed.
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