The Prophecies of Mr Adams
Streets are filling with needles, disease and narcissist
the airways rimmed with demands for respect
if you don't agree 100 % they'll ring your neck
and your next of kin.
people turn to plants and spirit to retrieve their souls
not realizing until it's too late
that they've flushed it all down the toilet bowl...
grasping blindly through turds of madness...
Directionless.
they turn from Love and God into the blow hole
of influencers u tubers and tic tockers
dolphin people living for clicks...
looking to make a name for themselves
not through talent, class and hard work
but through shock and crassness.
I once had a teacher (frustrated by our terminal self-centeredness')
who once told a bunch of giggling know it all kids...
" One day the world is going to scare the living hell out of you".
How right you were Mr. Adams.
How right you were.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2025
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