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Hey what’s up?
The Circus of Correctness Hmm!
On earth there are correct countries
Inhabited by all correct natives! Residents
Who are proper and accurately
All right! Exactly truthful,
Absolutely impeccable
Impart a robust moral fibre.
That they are of such veracity
They just cannot afford
To make-up
Thus rightly followed are
Rules adhered to the
Extent hook or by crook
Stay appropriate, victimise
The other
Who, is not a one from clan
By proving him or her wrong
Though he, she is innocent
And contrarily to the so straight
Stay put within integrity.
However for the reason that
Innocence is no excuse or defence
To protect the self against
The wily who handle to remain
Artfully upright
Categorically dismissed by the
Self proclaimed correct who
Only pursue the correct;
Them who land
In such correct lands
Are doomed and damned.
Now how come
These odd ones so human
Find them-selves
In midst of correct states
So grand and noble
Buried in ruins, earn disgrace?
Simple, Machinists of rightness siphon
Sum such at random with
The help vacuum-cleaner-art gadgets
Having long arms!
From a distance pull in heads
To supply as absorbents
Those soak up to the brim
To count away dents, wrongdoings
Of and by the very correct denizens
Of very correct countries of the world
Circus of Correctness Hmm! With
Correct Nations on World Atlas; which, is very good
Asia, as well Africa is but each continent very human.
Now what’s this upbeat it’s only for the correct indeed!
To face-paint; Say make up. Once again hey what’s up?
Humans are human not poser pure correctness at all! |
