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Mechanical God: The Reprise
The Bureau of Thought Crimes
Caught me slippin
Sippin on some
Bourbon barreled Gin
Free speechin in my 'safespace'
Exercising what I was told
Was my !st amendment
Until I ended up in Facebook jail
Without any hope for bail
Tripped up by
A fuckin Freudian Slip
Seems the Proverbial Cat
Hung my tongue
Out to dry
Strangled
Like an Orwellian poster-child
Mummified in
A dehydrated flag
Sans stars or colours...nothing spangled
Mug-shotted
...dragged
Repotted in the Neo-Matrix
Flogged and dangled
In the public square-colosseum
As a future memoir
For those that would dare scribing
Would-be diaries
Prosed as Psalms of Poetry
Published 3rd Jun 2023
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3rd Jun 2023 12:03pm
It's no bullshittin...
And they are cannibalizing themselves...
I must say...
I am impressed with Musk at Twitter...
Still watching...
Shit is so corrupt and twisted...
A hivemind/cult of...
Something...
And they are cannibalizing themselves...
I must say...
I am impressed with Musk at Twitter...
Still watching...
Shit is so corrupt and twisted...
A hivemind/cult of...
Something...
3rd Jun 2023 3:31pm
Love these apocalyptic thoughts and linguistic twists... you're always a pleasure to read.
❤️k
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