Blind Infuriate
In today's modern world we've become cloned dreamers
Yet when it comes to whatever we soon release streamers
Do we ever take time to look around and allow mind radiate
Seeing what we've seen, it's a world leading to blind infuriate
Common true News now becomes saturated by minutes
Filling, bloody filling, but simply throwing down empty throats
It's when we become lemmings that we enter blinds door
Then it's when we are, we that we, then ask us escaped goats
For in today's modern world when we release said streamers
We are no longer in the position to be, now singular dreamers.
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2017
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