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Author: I.O.K.O
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 2 - Published: 05-14-09 - Updated: 05-14-09 - Complete - id:2672860

Shane- Age: 20

14 May 2009

The Worsening

Societal norms are defined by a singular entity.

This abhorred trite will be lackluster in all ways.

Merely lying to the public ways. What makes it?

And what makes it any better than all?

Superiority complex to all: pedophiles; cannibals;

Titless faggots. Fuck them. Fuck them all. I can't contemplate

the arbitrary future. I KNOW the future. I KNOW the predetermined fates...


Aloof and in a daze,

I sit in a haze,

Below clouds of fury,

Sychophants pleading "hurry!"

The crowd is pleased,

The future sneezed,

Automatas wondering about,

Autocrat spat and shout,

As the autonomy hangs up its curtains,

Only to receive the golden shower it has ascertained,

To bring about the golden shower curtain's game,

And I light up a fat one to watch the crumpling shame.



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