The Derivatives of Boring

In a world full of liars
The truth will be tossed to the side
No basis for logic
But watch as their ranks divide

Heroes?
Tiny egos.
Self asteem has been steamed then dried
Drained of all its possessions
Replaced with the breeze to please the hive

Fight all you want
You’re right
To be wrong my friend

Your stay here
Not tenure
You reap what you sow indefinitely

Derivative revisions
It’s all the same shit
Repeat after me
‘I can think, I am free’

Grasp at straws
These cylinders of hope and glory
Fallacious insight
Will leave your life in shallow mooring

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