Monday, September 3, 2018

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It seems that many hear the siren call
Of Stupid God, or most, or nearly all,
And many gladly become that one's thrall.
Of pernicious kind is that foul song,
And broadcast openly for far too long,
To fill the ears of the unwitting throng
That takes it now for basic background beat
Upon which melodies may find a seat.
To listen to them is no tasty treat,
Although too many have to it become
Accustomed, grown on it more drunk than rum
Imbibed can make a person, their thoughts gummed.
Sometimes, I feel my own thoughts thus to stick;
Sometimes, I fall before that siren's trick.

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