I look around for something to like But now everything has to be politically right People too scared to talk But then afraid to admit it, like a flower protects its stalk Newspapers affecting the way we think Our true thoughts poured down the sink What we are left we use as topical conversation This is what keeps together our nation All our deepest thoughts being surpressed Shows in our shoulders as knots of stress Feeling for some trueness, I turn to the lyrics Which will only be put down by critics The true creators Of all things bad The guiders of fads The destroyer of worlds Eventually the universe Which all began with this simple verse
Reason for writing:
I've always had a problem with society and finally decided to write about it. Please tell me what you think.
Birth sign: Cancer
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