I'm the author of this story,
Please God, lead me to glory.
Sick of swimming through crap,
I think what I think, don't care if you laugh.
Guess I could be called an abomination,
Because I've come to the final realisation.
This world is so fake but not enough awake,
Too busy watching rigged sports and eating steak.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2024 02:09
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Good write S.
Cheers.
The entertainment factor has gone so low it’s become mindless consumption. Our brains are being turned to mush, gradually but ever so surely. Reminds me of the poor folk in Wall-E.
Totally agree, Wall-E and Idiocracy.
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