Brain Washing Machine

Years ago, no one had new knees said Dad
They had to make do with the ones they had
Women ran around with wrinkles and gray hair
Plastic surgeons and hair dye did not exist anywhere

I see a brain washing machine down the road
They will open your skull with a saw-blade gold
Take your brain out and cleanse it once and for all.
You will fall for their tales, no matter how weird or tall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025



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