Becoming blatantly obvious by each second,
An insane world, no wonder I was sectioned.
Is it Margot Robbie, Samara Weaving or Emma Mackey?
Were they all manufactured in the same factory?
Jamie Foxx left hospital and his head tattoo was gone,
Most question nothing, forever casually just plodding on.
Attack of the clones, replacements have no soul,
We're brainwashed goldfish in a spellbound bowl.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: March 18th, 2026 11:13
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Lord keep me out of the public eye. A lovely write
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