You’re existence is a mere caricature to the ones who call you sick
The ones that call you diseased, that call you poisoned
The one that ruining this wholesome way of American life
With food made of slaughtered clones, and a society more obsessed with a new phone then a peoples safety
Yes, you are the one for all this discourse
You’re conversion is the only salvation
To fix this “wholesome” American national
A poem written as a sort of reaction to those that say certain groups or identities are the reason for the downfall of the US, it's quite sad really, the state we are in
