A cynic sat in the corner, became a fake cougher,
Is this really all that mankind has to bloody offer?
Muttered under the breathe,
That we've not got long left.
Television brainwashed us all to death.
Some can't see behind the spell casting,
MK Ultra butterflies aren't forever lasting,
Enough food so I'll just be morning fasting.
Staying positive but fucking fed up of this planet,
Never offing myself, I'll leave when God commands it.
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Difference between a cynic and realist. Nicely worded
Much appreciated.
You are most welcome
Again...TRUTH TRUTH TRUTH! You are on a roll, my friend. Then again, you always are! Great job on this! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ There's more than a plethora to be fed up with. I concur...but yes...the planet does not get a break from us until God says so! 😜
Thanks pal, I try, indeed, we are just rolling around until revelation.
Totally...rocking and rolling (at least me 🤣). You're welcome, my friend.
Good write SM.
Fake coughing - you seen that Who wants to be a millionaire antics?! lol. That con-man Ingram. The cheek of it - he appeared on other shows too after that farce.
Oh yes I remember all that stuff lol.
It's not the first time he's been a con-man!
Haha!
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