Friday, September 2, 2016

2024 (poem)

Moremoremoremoremoremoremore

Ugh.



This is the future, in twenty years.



STopstopstopstopstopnostop

the present,



Now.



TheVOICESUNherd —————————

———————————>        Anguish

Simulation Ill iLL Barb’s hyper YoLOity

Reality packets. Power. Crime is still

Rhymes are Ill. People are still Men And Women (is This GOod or bAD?)??? ?

//EOF. 


For the uninitiate, END OF FILE.

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