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THESE TIMES!
At times I am forced to feel,
As if I am doomed to be,
Among the idiots of these times.
How these people make me laugh,
Hiding a wounded heart within,
O these idiots of the times.
Is this really my age...
I keep asking myself when,
I see the idiots of these times.
Foolish men,
Fooling themselves - and others -
Struggling to live in these times.
Vain women,
Nude, exploited:
By the devils of these times.
The way they talk,
The way they stalk:
The filthy souls of these times!
Greed and hatred overflows,
Envy, malice and pride glows,
How can such eyes read my rhymes?
In such a dirty, rotten age,
I, a misfit, doomed to be,
With the morons of these times.
