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There Are No Problems Here
Sip your wine in the comfort of isolation,
And ponder the lies we tell one another.
Yet if you are all by your lonesome,
Who will instill the realities of
This amalgamated world?
Perhaps the detangling of accumulated dishevelment
That we refer to as sanity
Is unsafe to completely delete.
We no longer suffer from the human condition,
But something far more fragile.
Generations of malpractice have warped our sense
And delivered us into disconnect.
I strongly advise against sitting alone.
It incites coups of sanity.
So micro-dose this man-made alteration
And breathe a sigh of comfort.
All that surrounds has taken years to create
For the likes of all like you.
No shame in deception, it is extraordinary.
Just source comfort from exterior means.
