"45"

Out and about one sunny day   

I tripped over alternative facts   

And fell into the rabbit hole   

I plunged into an Orwellian nightmare   

Where ignorance was strength   

And a pompous idiot—   

Who reflected reality with a narcissistic mirror—   

Targeted the well-read man with censorship   

My breathing labored as the weight of corrupt lies    

Constricted my lungs   

While I struggled to climb out of the pit   

To seek sunlight and truth   

His lunacy became the norm   

And my intellectualism was cursed into damnation   

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