*Rimbaud Quote*
Where the worship is of money, fame
And a digitally enabled distorted sense of self
What is this race of misled creatures
Brains harnessed to lockstep electronic troughs
Drunk on the cheap bathtub gin of 'free elections'
Hypocritical moral high ground crammed with lost souls
Perhaps, *the clock of life stopped a while ago*
Everyone that lives feels the ghostly hands
Removing all concealment until the hidden are revealed
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-03-02 at 20:15
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Hidden Revealed
In a country of tarnished mythsWhere the worship is of money, fame
And a digitally enabled distorted sense of self
What is this race of misled creatures
Brains harnessed to lockstep electronic troughs
Drunk on the cheap bathtub gin of 'free elections'
Hypocritical moral high ground crammed with lost souls
Perhaps, *the clock of life stopped a while ago*
Everyone that lives feels the ghostly hands
Removing all concealment until the hidden are revealed
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 660 times
Written on 2014-03-02 at 20:15
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