[I ain't really feel like writing about no damn Lizzo, so instead
I wrote a freestyle sonnet I guess triggered by this song, but idk tbh]
Cyborg self-marketers claiming soul, screaming "SOUL!"
through digital fog of polluted innerstates.
We all so fragmented from birth from feeling whole,
chasing love-based serotonin to lighten the weights
of physical dread. This world's hard, can take its toll
on simple folks focused on heart first, trusting fate's
gonna follow what you sow, despite seeing hole
in that thinking daily... far more multiple hates
indulged by too many, poisoned brains trumping heart,
mushroom clouds of toxic thought pushed upon "time" lines
no longer chronological. We're pushed apart
by our own alleged progress, these strange designs
of how to most deeply connect... divisive art
of our entered nets as collective care declines.
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