End the complex bubbled mask,
Of societies endless task,
Arranging mud and balls of clay,
To make ends meat for the day.
Seven sins and seven sons,
Hiding for their reverent guns,
Researching down in dead men’s lofts,
Red canaries sniff what wafts.
Psychopathic business deals,
Corruption lurks behind the wheels,
Whitening men growing their soy,
Muscular boys sought to deploy.
Behind all the smoke and clouds,
We’ll quell the mass, reject the crowds,
Insistent whines won’t bring it down,
Call Noah to help it drown.
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Introspective Poetry 