The elites are sacrificing and eating babies but you really don't care,
Would rather talk about football and bury your head over there.
I guess sometimes it's easier for the majority to pretend,
Accepting conspiracy as fact can send one around the bend.
Be a good debt slave and only question the wages,
Awakenings can occur all at once or through stages.
Nipping to the poll station and voting for a candidate,
The system was rigged from the start, never forget.
Follow your dreams for sure, I would definitely say,
However, the core is rotten, inspect overridden decay.
Nothing new under the Sun is written in black and white,
Living a lie and listening to Kendrick rap "we gon' be alright".
Go out and swiftly drink all of those problems right away,
A never ending cycle of hangovers on a Saturday or Sunday.
See them switch off when you talk about government agendas,
Life is Idiocracy and around me, TV brainwashed the contenders.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2026 03:05
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Yes! Snap out if it; pull ya socks up; tally ho, and all that English waffly rubbish. Oh, and jolly hockey sticks too; how spiffing!
Just call me Sir Montgomery Featherstone-Waffler, or summat like that! Or - Eddie Taylor? We knows who he is really. heehee.
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