Each day your mental sanity,
Takes center stage to question.
By the many,
Becoming addicted to it.
Believing you to be misfit.
And unqualified to sit,
In a position of leadership.
Yet...
No one seems unable to quit,
That something you have...
More are finding,
A habit to need.
With a daily dose of it to 'fix',
A hypnotic spell...
They claim with it wished,
For a cure.
For a remedy.
Before one discovered to be pathological,
Has made it each day...
An accepted way of life.
And given approval,
By those crazed and praising their madness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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