
I extracted it of the throat of society
So that you can think
That I am an idiot and you are not
Whereas the opposite is true
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When unknown sins are committed
On others waiting in vain
I am not there so you can talk
About what I did and what I didn’t
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Yet there is nothing within range of my judgment
That went unfiltered straight into your gob
And you deserved it, every disdain
For my mind was made to defend itself
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From the illiteracy and immaturity of age
Poor skills of elevating themselves
To the glory of the only ones
Who can elaborate on the subject
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Sufficiently
But we know that’s bullshit, taking a piss
What should not have happened and yet provides
Raw material for me to try
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Twist and turn this impossible disease
Into a more recognisable reality
Where I could live
Without obstructing my view
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And throwing away rotten fruit
Of the society lacking
A critical eye on themselves
In this day and age of prevailing ignorance
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10 November 2021
revised on 5 August 2022
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Thank you for reading!
About the Creator
Moon Desert
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