Supernova Egos
Outside the shrinking circle of sanity,
There's a raging, new-age blitz.
Filled with sirens and fiery cliques.
That live to smear a smile and gnaw away at bliss.
Don't let them drag you into the red rat's hole,
smash the last sequin of your precious soul.
They exist to confuse, rebrand, control.
Pat themselves on "your" back and call it growth...
As you gag on the smoke of their supernova egos.
They frolic in their own self-righteous misery.
Clown culture in the first dazzling degree.
Cherish and defend your peace and space vigorously.
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