2024, on the verge of another world war,
On TV comes another mumbling whore.
Everything is going up in royal red flames,
Record executives are playing silly games.
They took the knowledge out of music,
Got real lyrics, have you? - Just prove it!
MK Ultra drones on overpriced mobile phones,
Flashing fake jewels, an overdosed mouth drools.
Puppets push every form of bad propaganda,
Get the fuck out the way, I'm here for your master!
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2024 06:09
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Tasteless
Indeed, they are.
Big tick.
Appreciate it.
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