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What are you gona do

 

I have a morbid fascination with Donal Trump –

Fuuuuuuuuck –

As you can tell, it does not do me well.

Beginning each day on my toilet, typing his name,

Shitting whilst checking, if the world still remains.

But this is my reality wrought from an age of vanity

Where a racist sweet potato become an ignoramus

Is president, merely for the fact that he is famous

Famous for what it does not matter

Hold fame long enough and the rest is bluff

But back to the man, the man at hand

He, who reveals so much of this world we call our land

For my bone to pick is not with him, he is a human reduced to a whim

No instead it is you, me, us and them

The multitude and mass of human existence

Occupying this zenith with passive resistance

For we, yes you, he and she, blinking back at me

Represent the most educated

Of species we have yet located

Born from nothingness, primordial ooze, carbon based lifeforms, stardust infused

Conquering one and other, this planet and space,

Yet the pussy-grabbing ape is the best of the human race

Of course not, no, he is merely revealing

Of the quickening march towards stupidity’s ceiling

For this is the truth of our time

A time history teaches us is sublime

Here and now our machines build machines and our brains make AI

And medicine produces miracles in a world largely free of world war criminals

But what do we do?

I ask you?

What

Do

We

Do

But waste each moment in comment boxes and screens, wiping our minds

Of what it truly means

To be a free, educated beings at this furthest point in civilisation

Heirs holding the baton, in the relay of causation

Understating that though we stand at the top

There has already begun a slowly deathly rot.

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