A frantic dash towards the line
Of right and wrong, as up you climb
The throats you slash, like cheques you sign
Sing frightful songs, of paradigm
x
Of systems built to be the bane
Of average Joe and average Jane
These CEOs all seem insane
They lack all guilt about the pain
x
That they inflict upon the world
As they insist they’re on our side
And they depict themselves so pearled
They can’t resist their comments snide
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That show them for just what they are
The truth about the human scar
That we’d all go SO fucking far
Just for the chance to seem a star
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Insinq Datum
I'm an aspiring poet, author and philosopher. I run a 5000+ debating community on Discord and a couple of Youtube channels, one related to the Discord server and one related to my work as a philosopher. I am also the author of DMTheory.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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