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Social ills, take your pills 馃拪
Twisting the words you wield
Loosing grip on what is real
Telling everyone how they should feel
Social ills, take your pills 馃拪
And stop thinking, it's a crime
To see a a view besides mine
A politically correct state of mind
Social ills, take your pills 馃拪
And everything will be just fine
A politically correct state of mind
I've stopped thinking, it's a crime.
What thoughts and emotions does this poem evoke in you? I originally made this as song lyrics, do you think they could work?