“You can trust whatever I say.”
Said the girl that was born as a boy
Perhaps the lie would hold sway
If he still had some balls to employ
Are we programmed to buy the obscene
(accept or you'll be ridiculed)
By fibs puking forth through the screen—
Progressive or thoroughly fooled?
Damnation is handily sold
Like liquor, care for a fifth?
The greatest deception they’ve told:
That evil is merely a myth.
Are You Reading Me?
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