We've been set up to proficiency lose,
Pick your poison, what will you choose?
Arguing over football teams, swigging booze,
BBC hate God and you'll still watch their news.
Chasing after women, girls gripped your soul,
What does it really take to make us feel whole?
Move forward positively but what's the end goal?
Earth's a human farm filled with firm control.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Good write SM.
Thanks pal.
This one sets a person down in the modern day and all its facets. Immediate fun and transitory pleasures with little end game in view. Well done
Indeed, thank you.
You are most welcome
My friend, this resonates. The question of what actually makes us whole versus what keeps us occupied feels painfully current. You’re not offering answers here…you’re exposing the emptiness of the options we’re handed. I felt that and very much appreciate it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, yes life feel like a game at times.
It sure does. Most welcome, Shaun!
agree with your message - thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading.
most welcome
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