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Sanity’s Wane

Sanity is on the wane,

When what was good,

No longer rides pain, 

On that lost soul train.

Where good is now bad,

And bad is still worse,

Leading us with lies, 

to back of the hearse.

So many cults to join,

So many influencers,

And pundits we find,

To swear by their line.

Taking knowledge on,

With a wrecking ball,

When we get burned,

Can blame it all.

On everything but,

The bear in the room,

While cookie cutting,

Visions of doom.

Until we all follow,

Our latest great find,

Without ever knowing,

We are losing our mind.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

6/12/25

You can read and print poem at my website here.