……Today’s normalcies are abnormal; backwards is now formal, yesterday’s black magic opened up portals, evil sacrifices impacted many mortals and changed morals, today’s hearts are as hard as coral, amoral dynamics is rearing the young, on todays realities their hats are alright hung, backwards truths will be sprung, it’s already in the music being sung, that bell signifying the end time’s already rung, just look at the people you’re among, every time our leaders open their mouthes they’re dropping dung, if life was that show, it’s time to hit the Gong, so put some drugs in my pipe, I think I’ma hit the bong.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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The beat of each rhyming word is like the throb of one’s pulse. This poem runs along toward its end with a chug of a locomotive. Nicely written.
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