Little Deal
Human culture’s based on lies
So is the civilization
But I eat those homemade pies
One’s debunk and lamentations
I don’t need as well as others
Poor solaces, well spoken
Anyway I’m not their brother
Fine that brotherhood is broken
We’re supposed to take what’s real
But I don’t feel that I must
To discern my little deal
Try a magnifying glass
But I doubt if it’s worth
Any effort, so it’s clear
We are guests upon this earth
And the host is nowhere near.
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