Mark W. Poet Rhyme

Rise of little brother

When big brother becomes too big
So large it has to put on a larger wig
When the inner cloister is as big as the outer
And detecting dissension becomes too easy to stir
That is when its helm begins to self-sabotage
The appeal of change is no longer a mirage
Its sheer weight disables its ability to pivot 
Like Rome’s fall, emerges ignitable toxic glut
The regime self-implodes with the slightest match

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