come sir, come all, who am i to defy
til i'm favored, by favors i abide
oh my america, how did you know
destiny manifest would help your growth
unzip yourself, for all your pantomimes
suggest that you can't wait long lengths of time
subdued, submerged in entertainment passive
numbs me: i see your glory, it is massive
with lighted screens as my own anesthetic
freedom i can deep throat, all apathetic
* based on a lovely poem by John Donne, found here!
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