So many are scuttling around right before their gone,
Nobody wants to be a Neo more like many of none.
Keeping your head down, not drawing any attention,
The bigger questions never get a grandiose mention.
Assailants shapeshift then disappear into the dead of night,
Believers are always praying that everything will just be alright.
These are unprecedented, totally turbulent and concerning times,
I write about pain and struggle but you only want the money rhymes.
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Good write SM. Ahh, a relative of someone-we-know in the picture there. Someone who has 'gone home' now! lol.
HAHA Reptile man.
And thanks!
I never knew he was related to reptile-man! lol.
Here a poem of priorities that don't align. Well done with rhyme and good flow. A good read
Thank you.
You are welcome
Well, hello handsome! Can you give me INSURANCE...erm...ASSURANCE that I am not seeing things? 🦎 🤣 I'm no neophyte...took the red pill long ago, damn it! Preach it bro!
Haha thanks mate!
You’re welcome!
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