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You know you’re broken
When your own reflection
Won’t even look you in the eyes
In a future
we coat our dreams
in a powdered plasticity
And lined upon our
discotheques
we live in comfort
and see the rest
and rest we shall
for all that’s seen
ebbs all our thought
yet drinks our feeling
Feeding from our minds so set
we see the world yet still forget
we see the world from minds so set.
Half an idea entered a field
disguised as a blade of grass.
It faced the others and spake
Have you not heard, this world it turns
and as my mind burns you rest,
but I’ve found a solution
and if you take heed, a book
at only 4.99 you can read
and be redeemed.
Now the grass stirred deeply in thought,
for this idea, that had seemingly just appeared
may bear some truithfilled bearing.
Then as the winds died down
the grass turned round, and said; Now
you’re wrong ‘cos we’ve found it’s the sky that turns round
and promptly killed him -
(Using a photosynthesis based telekinetic heat-ray)
Well the message in this tale could well be
to follow your dreams and be all your beings,
even in the fat face of adversity!
...but such a statement, truth has failed,
for the moral of this gruesome twist
is, more simply, if you’re an ideological catalyst;
don’t talk to grass.

— The End —