Sick

Sick

A Poem by The Unknown Sith
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Edison's cone....

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Welcome to the real

Asleep at the wheel

Blind, deaf, and dumb

Numb to all of this

See the violence and don't even flinch

See the gore and no longer become sick 

In the past, unforgivable 

Now we are quick to forget

Admit it

Were sick

Admit it

It doesn't hit like it used to

We are not as moral as we used to be

The life we are used to is, too gone

All our heroes are dead

Duct tape your head

Reason is out this season

The devil is free

Dogma covered in flees

Hope died from disease

Humanity

No, it's insanity

Admit it

Were all sick

Admit it

Or

Take another hit

Forget to the second power of ignorance

Asleep at the wheel

The end...for real?

Einstein's cone

1 + 1= Racism squared to  > Homophobic

Nuns should have guns

Love ÷ Love = men can have babies

The O-zone is repairing itself

Equality @ votes = nothing, but more of the same

We never went to the moon

Hillary is power $$$ insain

Hexagons are hate speech

The world is flat

Obama built a plane

Ted Cruz is the zodiac killer

Trump has a toupee on his head

Biden is the walking dead

The world is more left than Nascar 

The right's party tent looks a lot like a white KKK hood

Stay stoned

Live alone

Eat Styrofoam

God = you're phone

Admit it

Were all so sick!

Go ahead take another hit of this...

ah, by the unknown sick

© 2024 The Unknown Sith


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Added on July 3, 2024
Last Updated on August 17, 2024
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The Unknown Sith
The Unknown Sith

Maryville, TN



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