Salut à toi (Hello to you)
I turn on the news
and all I see is ISIS this
murder that immigration this
war that bipartisan shit this.
Non stop violence like the
never ending expanding universe.
Each generation leaves a bigger pile of shit
for us to step in and tells us to clean up the mess
which they have made and gives us the blame.
We put our earphones in,
so we don’t have to listen to reality.
I ask myself how big will this bubble get
until all the bullshit explodes and hits everyone?
We feed ourselves medicine
thinking it will work,
but it only makes us sicker.
We have a constant fight over
who has the bigger dick.
To be honest, does that really matter?
We want to continue walking forward
however others are just sitting on their asses
because they’re too stubborn to listen.
I’m sick of all this violence and ignorance.
I’m sick of turning on the news and hearing all this bullshit.
In the end, all I wanna say is
Salut à toi!
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