I know the ideas in my mind are about to mutate. The direction is what I can't quite calculate. Following a path littered with societal contraband. And along the way all the people have been scammed. From top to bottom the power is corrupt. No one wants to rock the boat and interupt. 'Cause we're content with the now, and the futer's all ways tomorrow. With idle thinking life could be filled with poverty and sorrow. So make sure the mind is open, and question the answers. The wrong ones will start out benighn and spread like cancer. So always watch your back, and take care of your own. And remember it's possible that they might tap the phone.
Reason for writing:
The unopen mindedness that surrounds the midwest area that I
live and grew up in.
Birth sign: Not entered
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