Revolution?
The 10 o’clock repetitive sedative
so meditative..
causing creative
frustrated
words to learn to turn this burn back,
adjourned to the dantian that
can’t contain
this soul fire rain, I
can’t complain,
I’ve been ordained sane by the
plain of people
locked up in their steeple
talking over the evils of gains
only coming out to
campaign on cocaine,
to mock and to blame
with every emotion feigned,
Showing No Shame,
the insane main power plays a diva's game
with distractions
to keep us entertained,
abstraction refractions to rot our brains,
our reaction should be More Than the Same.

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Join free Log inRonnieL
Okay!,,,great word play. Very nice write!
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Excellent write
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