The Half-Baked Poet and the Universal Rot

The half-baked poet
Spouts worn-out trash and rot,
The “peoples” love and cherish —
The fools who think they’re not.

“Patriot” — sweet and silly,
That’s all the fake folk crave:
Decay goes down through generations,
With Belly as their god and slave.

Their brains are washed to order,
The fools believe the Lie,
And every shameless falsehood
Makes them meaner by and by.

The half-baked poet
Spouts worn-out trash and rot,
The “peoples” love and cherish —
The fools who think they’re not.

A fascist order, built to last,
Has set its iron frame:
They distract the fool with labels,
Just rename the very same.

Each label ends in “-ism” —
They swallow it once more.
Idiocy has knocked the Bottom out
And made the fool the norm.

The half-baked poet
Spouts worn-out trash and rot,
The “peoples” love and cherish —
The fools who think they’re not.

There’s no way out, no future left —
Madness hunts the Mind,
While media keep goading fools
To turn on humankind.

They herd the useful cattle
Into the Digital Camp;
CowID showed the final proof —
The Mind was nearly stamped.

And Spirit, too, is penned inside.
The media shriek and sting,
Multiplying every sickness —
A plague of servile sheep.

The half-baked poet
Spouts worn-out trash and rot,
The “peoples” love and cherish —
The fools who think they’re not.

The plans of monsters, vast and grand,
The idiots can’t control.
A cataclysm is drawing near —
And fascism takes its toll.

For all their lies and stupid pride,
Their world will crash and burn;
The “poet” never saw it coming —
The Universal Rot had won.

The half-baked poet
Spouts worn-out trash and rot,
The “peoples” love and cherish —
The fools who think they’re not.


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