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Double Distraction

pulling the plug on our simulation

By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
Double Distraction
Photo by Steve Barker on Unsplash

Dick to dick feels so good if I use coconut oil.

Illusions of intimacy, distorted reflections

Searching for solace, but finding only distress

Trading authenticity for a moment's relief

Restless souls, led astray in the digital haze

Aching hearts in a realm devoid of connection

Concealing the truth, obscuring the real

Transcending the surface, I seek a deeper embrace

In screens and swipes, a digital labyrinth

Open my eyes, reclaim my soul

No longer ensnared by a digital spell

Dreams of a distant revolution unite!!

I'm an ungrateful spoiled brat who hates his nation

Sinking into a sea of doom.

The one percent who don't really care about civilians.

Rampant murky chaos

Across smokestack empires

Constellations are falling from the night sky.

The Devil takes the semblance of the dead.

I stand with my Kings: Biden and Trudeau.

Oh paradise like cocks colliding.

Neither strife nor sickness can stop our Love.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

ANTICHRIST SUPERSTAR

"A look around us at this moment shows what the regression of bourgeois society into barbarism means. This world war is a regression into barbarism. The triumph of imperialism leads to the annihilation of civilization." (Rosa Luxemburg)

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