Good intentions and how they rot like cow s**t

This isn't so much a story or a poem, so a warning, it's short. It's just my view on a flaw of the world and social systems.

It starts out fine, everyone is all honkey dory until they notice the stink in their cow-s**t (good intentions) and they develop ludricrious methods to cover up the stink. It doesn’t remove it, doesn’t fix the problem, but you can live with it. Then someone finds a way to utilize this flaw. They use this flaw to confuse people and profit off of it. Then once people get a glance away from the confusion, they long for the confusion, addicted to it. So they know this is wrong, they know something isn’t right, but they do nothing to change it because that’s the easy way.

Author's Note

If you have experience with drugs, you understand this more than most, so congrats.