Ripe (Poem)

Big Brother is here for you
Don’t think much about it
Just enjoy the fruits
The last thing he wants is for you to stress your fragile cells
So just sit back and relax
He’ll take care of everything else

Especially the ones who…

Have your own mind
Don’t do as you’re told
Question the narrative
Run with the bold
Seek peace over profit
Find truth in the lies
Meet GOD on the crooked path that led you to the light
Trade comfort for commonsense
And consumption for what’s right

God forbid you ever use your brain so Big Brother knows you’re ripe

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