For the Co-opting Race

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The bandwagon,
And their proprietors, legion,

Time is a snail
Truth is a prism
Circles, shape, colours,
Sounds, you cannot fathom.

Lights, you cannot see
Smells, you refuse to breathe in
Rhymes, you ignore
Faces, you spit on
Flights, you reject
Places, you forget
Lives, you mock.

Rivers and rain, you
Cannot get soaked in,
Words and speech
That you strangle.

To steal everything
I keep safe in my
Little cotton pocket
And ensure you shine
By using it
By opposing it.