Sunk from Junk


We are too sunk

Sunk as people, in our own junk

Deep in steeple with a mode, of funk

Recognizing nothing happening around us but till stomped

Widespread, banged, ganged from a skunk

Economically being felt in the trunk

With the sounding like a Trump; taking the scene back to a bunk

Do you recognize the dunk?

We have placed ourselves in a shape shifting bubble

Carrying our thoughts & bodies only seeing one’s self as double

Selfishness, Materialism & Goebbellisim in one cuddle

Results of yesterday in today’s platform, building foundations for a futuristic muddle

We have connected our throats

To their fictitious monetary system used daily & quote

Daily quote! And mention its bloat

Yet a zombie status our fashionable coat

Put on, spaced out and busy with the little gloat

While being daily robbed, do take note.

We should have mercy on our own self to prosper & peacefully float.

The Jerusalemite


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