Matthew English (4/2/1995 / Kent; The Garden of England)
Modern life is just a lie,
a deception so successful
due to the spoon-fed youth of today
and yesterday. Leaders that feed on our gullibility.
Which isn’t an ability in the slightest.
All knowledge shunned and intellect corrupted.
Might as well be another 1984? Or-well,
revolution kept in secret.
With shows dumbing our poor minds,
devastating our youth with plasticine, celebrities-
aspiration or another hand in the brothel
that chimes the hearing aides of tomorrows life.
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