Yes...
'Your' world 'is' coming to an end.
In fact,
The fake make-uppedness of it...
Is on its way out,
Now!
With a big send off!
The mere pomp and circumstance of waste,
Has just a few days of a last perfromance.
Before the incredible enormous...
Poppycock of written nonsense becomes described,
Arrives to leave taxpayers holding the receipts paid...
For a taste of gigantic fraud.
Yes...
'Your' world 'is' coming to an end.
In fact,
The fake make-uppedness of it...
Is on its way out,
Now!
With a big send off!
And millions will be glued to a tube,
Probing every detail...
Of a fantasied reality craved,
While days, months and years...
Decades,
Have been excused away...
To have the thieving of truth debated,
As minds affixed to tricks are kept deluded.
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