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The Rhinosaurus Climbs

What will you do?

By Jacobie JonesPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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Tough times ahead

You Get out a bed

To Sow the threads of tomorrow

The lust

The dread

The sorrow

It's Your tapestry now

You can't borrow

Dream

Decorate

Deface

Deflate

Replace

Then Follow

We made a mistake

Transfixed by shiny wrappers

Solid gold crappers

Women draped in lace

Under the face of it

We all debase for it

Now There's no escaping

The sinking ship that we made from it

Ostrich solutions

Ignore and pray for absolutions

Or go out fighting institutions

Climb on top of the pile

As high as a mile

To realise you've become the intrusion

Your illusion shattered

As you behold a billion bodies scattered

Under your desire to fix and change

You further fix chains

Enslaving your brain

To thoughts so insane

Destroying the world to design the new game

Our distractions in action

Money, drugs, cars, fashion

All logged transactions

Feed the hive mind

An ever growing collective

Capitalising on the unkind

Turning us into drones

Payday loans

Faces glued to phones

A Homeless crisis

Yet we want bigger homes

Plenty of empty rooms

None available to loan

Kept at a distance from mostly ourselves

Engaging only to fight

For the last things on the shelves

Bought into prophets

That turned out to be fake

Put on your shackle now slave

You don't want to be late

Your poison won't find its own way onto your plate

You decided to destroy

When you had freedom to create

Now it's too late

Filled to the brim with sin

You're drowning in it

Your greed in the reeds manifested

Pulling you down by your deeds so detested

If this was a circus

You'd be the clown in it

Our own molestation

Creates our alienation

As we continue to violate

This divine creation

Your supposed wealth

Physical possessions

Creating mental obsessions

Strutting about the place

covered in shiny shit

sending out ill vibes

making the world sick

So now it's time to quit

This addiction to friction

Mass media fictions

Utopian predictions

Governmental systems

Let us rise above

And fall in love

With the world and each other

Or grow some balls

To change the rules

And press that button brother

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About the Creator

Jacobie Jones

An up and coming writer hailing from the U.K.

Jacobie loves letting his imagination run wild, especially if it ventures into darkly comic places.

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