Morbid dramas are all the range,
Serial killer focused, I find them strange.
Why are murderers glorified?
When will these twisted times subside?
Who would want to delve into these dark minds?
Demonic tendrils reaching out, nowhere to hide.
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I say sometimes 'Oh, I've not got time for murder this time of night - it's me bedtime now' Or, maybe any time of day - 'I've not got time for all this rubbish now!' lol.
Haha turn the TV off lol.
Yes, turn TV off. It's amazing what hours of late-night rubbish we can miss.
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They want to program us to be desensitizedā¦ or maybe even worse, training videosā¦ I hate it
Yes! You are bang on point!
Excellent write and well written
Thanks pal, strange times we in.
You're welcome
I love this touch of humor !
Appreciated š
Peculiar times we art in.
But thy poem doth bring a smile
upon one's lips. Well done, sir!
Glad you enjoyed, thank you!
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