The moment there’s a recognition of a university, you suddenly sound universal.
The confirmation bias kicks in, and you begin pumping the same old poison of hypocrisy like the one’s before you, seeking applause and accolades.
Anticipating a new outcome when you’ve charted the same old lame old path like the many before you?
If you want to be different,
Carve out something new!
If you want to be someone,
Think like the Picturesque Few!
Doctor Pieces
// poetry
Steadfast thoughts, my thesis,
We have written some unpeaceful pieces.
General physicians turned surgeons
Aiming to renew our Life Leases.
Away from secular diseases
Deep rooted in dichotomous separation
Everyone must be deeply convicted in their own identity,
To strengthen the pillars of any nation.
No Yes-men please
Can’t trust them with governing keys,
They seem to arrive shamelessly every month,
To self-righteously extort taxes and fees.
This corruption disease
Infesting the comb like malignant bees
I’m no PhD, but a surgeon
The only ‘thesis’ I have written are ‘these’.
We’re just some artists
Seated on the back bench
The one the teachers kick out
Most bot-like authorities want to lynch.
In the cusp of our dreams
To a rifle, we shall seldom flinch
Not trying to stab you systemic bots as yet,
This is just another young blooded artistic pinch.
Most vividness of young artists scarred
Using our amplifying soul against us
Abusive power agents and pedophiles
For a coin throw us under the bus.
An artist must mutate and mean business
Never sign your life away, my friend,
Everything "too good to be true" is a mirage,
Like an artistic mercenary for yourself you must fend.
Never Bend.
