Astro-Turf

M. Renae Dubois
Feb 4
1 min read

He does not have a soul it seems

His mission is to mars

If he felt a single feeling

Of pulses beats and bars

Then he would not alienate us all

And cut off from the public

Information that would help us all

And strengthen the Republic

He's drunk on power, ketamine

This what he's there for

He wants to change society

Civilisation at it's core

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