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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required And the Poets and musicians and creative types Of all description Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers And bring on a thousand years Of peace, love and creativity But Satan (God’s Evil Twin) Can’t be defeated forever He will lurk out there Until the time is ripe And mankind again falls under The spell of the body snatcher Bureaucrats and corporate clones Govbots and faceless bureaucrats And poetry and creativity Again is banished to the dark corners of our souls The poet within me Smiles Knowing that some day He will defeat the bureaucrats That so oppresses the world Someday They will be the ones Hiding in the shadows And the poet will have his revenge Until that day He bids his time Occasionally coming out Taking over my soul And writing these stories Before returning to his hiding space Deep within my soul Tomorrow I put on my suit And return to battle With all of the other clones Automats govbots And faceless bureaucrats And my poet Smiles Laughing while my soul Slowly twists Dying in the wind And I begin another day In the city of Washington The center of the beast Hell Central The center of the cosmic conspiracy That has lasted centuries Man has lost We are all slaves To the machines The poet screams But is not heard The machine can’t be bothered The system does not compute The anguish of crushed humanity The system demands More and more Until the life within is crushed And we embrace our enemies And are absorbed Resistance is indeed futile
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