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Too Many

   Too many plastic people

Screaming words at me

Words like

Authentic

And

Genuine 

       

  And too many self-absorbed people

Screaming words at me like

Narcissistic

And 

Arrogant 

 

   Too many people

With lost souls

Working jobs that they hate

Just to make a few bucks

While screaming profanities that echo across the universe 


    Too many people

Wearing too many different disguises

Just to survive

A life full of lies

Blending together

Just to blend in

  

  Too many people at the top

Screaming at those below them

To work harder

To be grateful

And telling them that one day

Maybe

If they're lucky

They'll make it up there with them

But only after they've worked they're bones raw

 

    Too many zombies walking around

Never asking why

Never seeing the world

Never shedding their programming

Brainless consumers

Slaves to the wheel 

Yes . . . Too many of those 


       Too many good people

Turning a blind eye

To all of the lies

They recognize 

Out there.

    

CH 4/27/24

 
 
 

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