never quite sure just what they've found
Breeding and greeding, a world to smother
Stumbling onto this, that, and the other
Fingers making alchemistic miracles
Hornswoggling, mind-boggling engineeracles
Never seeing the storms that gather
On they bluster, on they blather
Never seeing the ground giving way
Pausing only to fuck or pray
Oblivious to the burning ocean
Brandishing deodorizing lotion
Those few who ungum their eyes
succumb to insanity with suicidal cries
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