#antiutopia
Short and sweet
Or cold and bitter,
There's no place for someone's filter
There’s no room for grief or tears,
“Cause all is love”, say these machines.
There’s a chair for ‘candy cotton’
And a bed for something rotten.
Don’t get sad, it’s all my fault.
There’s no room to jump and fall.
You’ll believe in something funny,
Something colorful but cunning.
Table’s left, the leg is broken
There’s no room for things unspoken.
You should open curtains now,
Let the lamp dissect your vow.
Let the sugar fill your veins,
So, you lose control and pace.
Don’t be miserable or blue,
They will fly you to the moon.
You’ll find out some day, however,
That it’s fake and made of paper.
There's no sadness in the land,
Cause all the sad ones gone and dead.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC