I’m a poor communicator and I’ll tell you about it later
But you might have to enable a private investigator
Cuz lately I been feeling like we’re playing space invaders
With an ever advancing mass of classist fascist freedom haters
The waders get donned as we waddle through the water
While our skulls get clobbered on their belly like an otter
It’s like we got lost while we plodded towards the plotter
The cost of which is causing democracy to totter
We bought into the bull with our fellow Americans
We’d ne’er err near the unbearable despair again
The fabric of our nation being pulled until it tears and then
We fall on derrières unable to declare the where and when
Bearing zen presence of protecting the precious present
From dystopian depression when dissent gets unpleasant
We resent our fucking president locking up the dissidents
Who question his aggressively misanthropic discontent
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My interstitial tissue is riddled with permissions issues
Omniscient are the fissures indigenous to my reissues
My mission remains sincerely merely focused on the mirror
And seeing the human being I’m decreeing a bit clearer
Veering nearer to the sheer sharp veneer of the glass
Gotta steer fast from the urge to surge past
Life’s not a gamble but a die’s been cast
In a galactic quantum scramble through a mass so vast
That our fragile human brains can’t untangle the physics
So we send our little minions toward parallel worlds to visit
Can’t understand how we haven’t been culled
I imagine we’ll go bananas when the plug gets pulled
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Input interference fucks with my adherence
To the plan’s coherence when the task gets clearance
Veering very nearly to the hero’s disappearance
While steering clear severely with zero perseverance
I experience this existence get pissed about how I missed it
But time’s persistence gets insistent when you resist it
This visit to the inquisitor’s vision veiled in derision
Gives wisdom with infinitely more precision than I envision

SAMPLES:
Rich Man song from Spirited Away, Hayao Miyazaki