44 - The Next Exomoon

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Such technologies-

How little they improve

and how we've all found ourselves

stuck in a rut, 'til the next revolution

takes us off our feet

and onto the next exomoon. 

Such brain-dead laziness

is strangling us all to the floorboards,

and when I speak out about this

through profound profanities,

that I'll come to find on a message-board,

I'll be shot back

down to the insecure, first square

of which I thought 

I'd left behind 

back in Bel-Aire. 

Such rules bore me 

when it comes time to be speedy,

and I will run over a ledge --

pulling stunts and looking edgy --

regardless of what the law has to saw about me,

because I'm not hurting anyone

and I have somewhere to be. 

So, kindly, shove that police-badge 

up your ass. 

Gravity doesn't hold me 

like it holds you,

so just accept your inferiority. 

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