defined by manic oppression, fraught with fluoride swallowers
Constantly distracting my life away from any real purpose
all the while telling myself that I'm in a state of progression
As the sheeple herd themselves into rows of stagnant waste
they desperately toss out lassos to imbue a cemented purpose
I'm not buying I scream, with abandon to the guilt ridden
yet there is no higher purpose...there is no purpose at all
During the rare lull in the din I gaze without thought
crying out where is my mommy...where is my mommy?
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