Trump
Tabula rasa became king
Cognitive processes are now second nature
Dead eyed drone, drag your feet more
Controlled. Trained. And lied to
Molded like clay
We're all stuck in our own groove
Told we can't climb out
Which we try so vigorously
You're mindless, we aren't
Now on our path
Overthrown by someone thought lesser and beneath you
Autor(es): Cel Damage
