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Social Virus


Tragedy in the modern world,

I️ can’t help feeling that I’m gonna hurl,


I️ walk along the street,
I️ wonder,
"How’s life?"
"How’s your man?"
"How’s your mom?"


I️ lift up my arms,
And I️ look under,
A hive,
Not some hives,
A hive mind,
It’s glowing,
It’s irritated,
It’s gonna burst,
Who the hell is gonna take out first,

All the things,
All the power,
Ingrained into my eyes,

I️ can’t shower off the grime and dirt,

It’s ingrained into my skin,

Ingrained into my soul,
 

Mind, body, and soul,

All tainted by this unknown social virus,

I am infected,

The infected.

Tragedy in the modern world,
I️ can’t help feeling that I’m gonna hurl.

 

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