You wanna be in my gang, my gang, my gang?
This isn't Gary Glitter, that motherfucker should hang.
God has his people, so we were all created equal?
Then why are some chosen to be filthy rich and evil?
Working hard for those who have abundant wealth?
Individuality gone, we were numbered up in stealth.
Sick sacrifices are fact, the news won't tell you that,
Would it be a real revelation to find out if Earth is flat?
Pizzagate and so many other things written off as a conspiracy,
Partial truths revealed but they don't want him finding you and me.
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Questions we answer by justifications we make, delusions we create. We all ask some of these things and everyone has a different answer that makes sense to us and no one else. Nicely done
Thanks very much.
Most welcome
"What is truth?"
(Pontius Pilate)
Indeed.
You are going to wait a bloody long time for some of those answers, mate.
But don't stop.
You are right, cheers!
My friend, this piece has a real rebellious energy… cultural reference, anger, suspicion, and questioning all colliding in the same space. It reads like spoken word meant to provoke a reaction rather than soothe the reader. Isn't that what poetry is for, after all? Poetry that pushes the room a little is always interesting to encounter, my friend, and you do it well. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Much appreciated, I don't know where these come from sometimes lol.
Most welcome, my friend.
Ugh! Not GG. And not so-called stand-up comedians either. I've gone to bed by the time they are on TV. Hooray! lol.
Not GG but someone else with two initials - we knows him. lol.
Haha, yes sleep and dream of E.T. lol.
Yes lol.
I love this
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