All great leaders are dead, or history is a lie.
Do you ever wake up with the feeling that some teeth have mysteriously grown?
Kids at school can learn all the math they want they still won't be able to solve the problem of trying to survive on average pay.
In the parallel economy it's hard to make ends meet.
Ever wonder how many breaths you have left.
A Poem.
All I see on my tv are talking heads called Celebrities
A shiny one, a laughy one, a pretty one and more, a young one, an old one they must be bred by the score.
Some have sung, some have acted some have talents unknown.
One thing they have in common, they're on the telly
so you'll never hear them moan
Always happy all teeth and smiles, no problems, no debt or pain
But the trouble with this ego herd they're all the fucking same.
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