At this point feel I can rhyme about anything,
Not cocky, please don't make my heart sink,
Humanity is faltering, think we're on the brink.
PTSD and traumas that are never addressed,
Step outside and your looking at a pure mess,
Nothing normal since six years ago, I confess.
Lost friends as Agent Smith jumps into bodies,
Daemons have all been uploaded via floppys.
Turn off the influencers, only God can save you,
Kingdom come, stick to Heaven, Jesus the glue.
Still don't call myself Christian but believe totally,
Speak clearly instead of a voice that's croaky.
Sunshine changes a perspective, filter removed,
A lifelong test where we should try to improve.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: June 15th, 2026 03:50
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A poem where rhyme is primary and message secondary where references to movie and modern culture are common. Well worked and nicely done
Cheers, I like adding my references haha.
Most welcome Shaun
Shaun, the Agent Smith reference caught my attention immediately. It is a clever way of describing that unsettling feeling that people can suddenly seem unfamiliar, almost as if something else has stepped into the room wearing a familiar face. Nicely done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, they walk among us (demons).
Agent E.T. to the rescue! lol.
You're obsessed haha!
I expect he can help us! lol.
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