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We’re getting close
close enough to see
fact, fiction, nonsense
ideologies
unfolding right before our eyes
lies
all lies
surprise
I was searching the closet
because I lost it
found it in a shoe
under my bed
how did you get out of my head?
stuck out, stranded
from another planet
put me to sleep
I want to wake up in the Matrix
put me on the A list
I need to talk to the oracle
kill a gang of agents
Kung Fu like an Asian
is the president black?
no he’s Barcaucasian
Obamafied
paleface on his mama’s side
poet on the rocks
with a lemon wedge
over the hedge
on the other side
the lows the highs
the highs the lows
eyes closed
pain in my brain
dark as night
I can’t see a thing
beam me up
so many voices in my head
I can’t stand it
we need to leave this planet
permission granted
