Fuck a dreamcatcher,
I'm ready for the rapture,
Concrete foot to floor smasher,
Scoop out sour thoughts with my spatula,
A COVID joke was in Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa,
But wait, Coronavirus only happened years after?
Predictive programming, hear their laughter?
Who will be left with just a tatter?
Speak the truth and watch them scatter,
TV and TikTok blasted growing brains into antimatter.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2024 02:47
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So like the future is what they make it.
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