i wrote this poem in my head
lying in bed
the universe is a wheel
and this is how i feel
people are bad, they should be good
they hitchhike to hollywood
they should stay home
and not burn rome
people work at burger king
at night they try to dance and sing
but their efforts do not flower
because evil people are in power
jeff bezos sits in his golden yacht
thinking things that he should not
he cuts everything in the world in half
and then he has a good laugh
and what about bill gates?
behind every door he waits
you don’t have time to blink
before he knows what you think
george soros may be worst of all
he will line you up against the wall
he has a window into your brain
what right he has he does not explain
o humans tremble in your cubes
you pathetic chumps and rubes
you should have stayed in the trees
eating bananas and apples in the breeze
you thought it was so grand
when your feet touched land
now your souls are an endless feast
for growling kings and smiling priests
rain is falling from the skies
but not as fast as all their lies
you chose your fate
and now it is too late
outside my window towers rise
obliterating the blue skies
beside my bed my phone is beeping
to tell me through which hoop i am leaping
such thoughts march through the cells
of my brain, which suddenly swells
like a balloon ready to burst
but let me say this first ___
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