In less than five minutes I’ll be seventeen
Many changes this year have been unforeseen
My alliances have shifted to contravene
This world that now functions like a faulty machine
I feel I’ve become a sort of Constantine
Constant peril like Caesar but by guillotine
Cast out from both armies, I’m in quarantine
Makes me cower away from the projection screen
These narcicissized hypocrites gripe and preen
Though my own words are admittedly labyrinthine
But each one of them disgustingly philistine
Each day catalyzing more internecine
Issues hyperbolized, dubbed elephantine
All concern placed on one’s moral hygiene
What we need now is a falsehood vaccine
But how would I know when I’m just seventeen?
