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Virtual Reality Lacks Real Virue

Virtual Reality Lacks Real Virue

A Poem by Karl Woof Junior

Rice Krispies from Crispy Rice every once in a while,
The convulsion of thinking big minimalism will take me back,
This Fork in the road is a billion fold but still stuck in wild mind state,
Going from possibilities to probabilities to eventualities.

Month 'till school starts again and I pretend to like my countless "friends",
I rarely am given ample opportunity to speak truth but when it comes they go into a trance,
So enlightening they say but these screens separate and divide, as implausible as noticing the sky,
I've gotten used to laughing with the mirror like I am with.

I often think of what I could be,
Rarely thankful for what I have been,
To see another tortured or pure soul smile and break the spell free,
Just the thought of that fills me.

But here I sit with my legs up stabbing my mind away,
At freedom; pondered, amplified, sustained, desensitized, endured, and submitted,
The word alone makes me cringe as I see the likes of this country in every way binge,
By closed opinions sometime somewhere is everyone's mindset.
That God passed away.

© 2013 Karl Woof Junior


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Added on August 3, 2013
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Karl Woof Junior
Karl Woof Junior

Long Island, NY



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A Poem by Karl Woof Junior