Pseudo

There is nothing
there’s no meaning
I caught fire
It’s open season
Let’s all dine on rhyme and reason
let’s fish cows from quips and legions.
Crippled. Empowered. Unglued. No love. We are dancing
up above
clouds of coffee covered mud
pills of something we thought up.
Bleed like one who dines on sins
eat the shit that you once shed.
Circles please the eyes of dames
but we ignore the price that came
with making everyone a prize-
breeding rights-true knowledge dies!
There is nothing
there’s no meaning
three plus five equals kidneys!
Reality it must have missed me-
we live in times of rewrite history.

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