Penguin Parade
the parade of stereotypes and must haves
wear false grins
living inside their
Bubble of perfection
their
eyes are closed
a blinded society
to the worlds realities
living in zombie land
you can hear them say
"I`m happy and safe here
so why should I care about you"
to the monster
they point and stare
as they travel down
the contradiction highway
chained like a slave
the shadows of ignorance follows
to the sound of the clock
ticking away
to what
we can
loose
so
valuables are lost
to
the acceptance beast
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