Sanities Wane
Sanity is on the wane,
When what was good,
No longer rides pain,
On that lost soul train.
Where good is now bad,
And bad is still worse,
Leading us with lies,
to back of the hearse.
So many cults to join,
So many influencers,
And pundits we find,
To swear by their line.
Taking knowledge on,
With a wrecking ball,
When we get burned,
Can blame it all.
On everything but,
The bear in the room,
While cookie cutting,
Visions of doom.
Until we all follow,
Our latest great find,
Without ever knowing,
We are losing our mind.
Musk Insanely in Love with Trump, Until AP Photo
The social nature of humans has them programmed
to follow from long-held rituals carried out at
birth and during their formative years. Any crit-
ical thinking they may have at puberty driven out
and they settle into following what their kind are
doing. Remember when, The only good Injin, is a
dead Injin? Or is it too WOKE for your numb brain cells?
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