We have seen this before.
We have smelled the rot and known something was amiss. Yet no matter how we toil and struggle with this
The thought of admission we abhor.
Tell me of simpler times when it made more sense.
I will tell you of fairy tales told the masses. Yet when time comes to admit the emptiness of our glasses,
We shall decide upon false pretense.
A prevarication myself to tell
Knowing I’m immune, you loon
Opposition on your breath I smell.
Know I the answer you see
You misguided fool, masked you’re but a tool
For those with with whom I disagree.
Beta Testing Adulthood 