This calm, cool coasting is salutary
My own idle hands make a fine playground;
You lot need no help sinning; it's scary!
You are so lost, you will never be found
You've made tools so clever, they're using you
You demand freedom, then choose slavery
You think your own, ignorant points of view
Count as truths, and wallow in knavery
When corruption and lies are everywhere
What work is there for a devil to do?
Hypnotized and docile in the screen's glare
You don't need my help to turn the old screw
I can afford to enjoy a glad glide
You're undoing yourselves, with preening pride
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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