Dear John
Small minded solutions
Shields the future pollution
Deflecting all voices that may contain reason
Defying all logic of National treason.
You are warm and safe
And oh so secure
Spoon feeding yourself with foul mind manure.
Unpalatable produce fuels your brain contortion
Tis a shame your beliefs won’t allow self-abortion.
But that is you choice
I can’t revoke your voice.
The idiot box
Has your mind under locks
Old John has the keys
But you do not want these
I hope that one day you’ll descend from the trees.
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