The Sloth's Masquerade
I wrote this non-rhyming poem when I was on the verge of a full-scale mental breakdown.
Living in a double standard
Icke's mind such a relief
Two-faced, lazy imbeciles
Hypocritical and proud
Take a man and ask of Darfur
A t-shirt will answer for him
For he's a puppet of other idiots
Who speak only of relevance
Do you care about the welfare kids
Or just the unborn?
Did you care about the golden toad
When it conveniently disappeared?
A club in the face for curing cancer
Pink won't be as big
If helping homeless wasn't heroin
Would you still choose to inject?
From flaming monks to stupid kids
The world is gonna end
And when it happens I'll be laughing.
Laughing in the utter inevitable wasteland
The world has started to become
Welcoming it; it can't come sooner
A ragnarok of common sense
Cleansing the world anew
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