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Padded Wall Earth

Build a padded wall around the entire earth.
We've become one giant insane asylum. 
For which there's no cure.

While you're at it.
Hang a neon vacant eyes sign.
For everything has turned the deepest shade of blind.
Right has turned into wrong/wrong spliced into right.
We've become the galactic idiot-a universal blight.  

That's what happens when you replace growth. 
With a quick-fix prick, Charmers and anorexic influencers.
When mountains of youth are glazed with victimhood.
Unearned accolades -no accountability balm.

There's no longer social sedimentation. 
Between the saint and psychopath.
God is flipping us the dirty bird.
While searching for his misplaced wrath.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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