Common Man

and such is the common fellow
An inconsistent being
swaying between his different
wants silly nilly
and no order can be found
amongst the chaos laying in his heart
no light in his soul
at the damning, boring stage of 46

The world calls and the world calls
telling of the zuckerburgs
and of luxury
and of respect and
Of, oh what’s that,
dare I Say it,

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