Beet the Clock
Time is running out
For politicians
For those who guard the gate
Of mild reform and timid talk
Money, time, health, our souls slowly stolen
Not by strong arms but by weak wills
and the tarpit of comfort
Coming for us
Calling to us
“Join us in our stupor, in our slumber
Thank us when we think for you - “
the algorithm
the Russian bot farms
the rapist pastors
the lying news channel
the bloated orange corpse
the prosperous pedos
You could see them for what they are but
You
Will
Lose
The company of fools
The safety of mistaken surety
Evolution ticks on
as you fade
Into your foolish, fascist sunset
Nick the Beet
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