Manic World
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No backward glances.
There's no time for reflection:
Just propaganda.
Blame your government!
And compliant media.
We need to keep moving on
No back stage moments.
"Life's not a dress rehearsal":
But a rudderless boat
Adrift on a vast ocean.
Nothing is certain.
So one needs to 'improvise'
At every moment;
On a regular basis.
No thinking allowed:
Just vaguely follow one's heart.
Prepare for the fight
And peg on a persona.
Just pass the Prozac.
There's no time to meditate.
Just keep busy by
Doing nothing of great note.
Go with the sweet flow
Of the bland, amorphous crowd.
No lions just sheep;
No visions just edicts.
Art & music are
Now all out plagiarism:
Just an ad man's dream.
The locusts are descending.
Bu şiiri puanla
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