And the last evening waiting for me.
No one knows when it will end,
But everyone is pretty positive.
That the hologram will twist a joke
And I'll toke in the name of God
--God, have they taken this too far?
Oh, forget it, I know the answer to this.
I wonder where their consciousness will float.
Will it sail on an endless boat,
Tied to numerical rights and false hope
Recorded in a historical cope?
You can't run the show
With a billion billboard frights,
Lighting the emptiness in small pocketed mights
To fall for your rounds: let it go.
We all hunger for something real
But do we have to distract for a meal?
I won't be apart of the cruel games
Because everything still remains the same.
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