What's on my mind no longer matters.
It's just irrelevant, Twitter, pitter, patter.
Division all the same from both sides, merely idle chatter.
Rhetorical rehearsed lies designed to trap the flies.
Still, we proudly hail the stars have all aligned.
Inside a theocracy from which we will all be delivered,
Providence without purpose, an infected holy splinter.
Analytica breeds contempt among the dweebs.
Hard to believe this rectangular, electric box, can breed human greed.
Outside a democracy, coined a hated lying machine,
According to Cambridge and some rich, foreign men.
Yet everyone believes all from their tiny box,
Trapped, confused, lost, and scared of conspiracy plots.
So, what's on my mind doesn't seem to matter,
It's just irrelevant, pitter, Putin, patter.
Inside a hypocrisy, we see as Twitter chatter
Declared as heresy, by those, and these, and them.
Still, it's all the same, for I will continue to blather.
"Blah, Blah, Blah," What's on my mind never bleeping mattered.
About the Creator
Angi Minor
Hello, World! Greetings from the Angi den. I have always been told by my professors that I am an excellent writer. This is my first attempt at fiction. I am singer/songwriter as well. Angi Minor@soundcloud is my music site.
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