Hourglass eyes staring through the slide,
Stuck and sick with the propaganda disease
How the notches increase and the pain does minus suspicion
Slots open.

Loving, where’d you leave it?
Lovely, where have you gone?

He scratches V’s in the skin of his friends,
I stare and shake in shame, wondering who falls so far to that situation
Withdrawn through the entertainment means,
I ponder upon the same thing.

Have you named me shame?
Claimed so many things?

He gorges and bathes in intoxication,
Asking why lovely made such a chemical, perhaps to create this mess.
Merry eyes chasing me,
That bond has swelled appendages heavily,

“It’s not that game I’d thought of before --forget the propaganda scheme.
Never guess again, not once more.”
Worldwide illusion, he’s idling,
Idling away from a true/false regime.

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