Would provide with infinite amounts of correction?
Never, for observation is what makes us clever
Able to endeavor, maneuver, hopefully create
What we experience and sometimes contemplate
Metaphysics are something that sound fancy
Talk some nonsense, print it off
Get a bmw, maybe even show it off
What's the deal with the materialistic road
That everyone wants to take
With blank minds
Primitive animal instincts are all we need
To procreate, essentially mate
While we eat the meat and skin
Forming rural shacks to live in
The books, the minds, and the fears
Stomping down on the ground
Hoping that we might find the center
Maybe of the earth,
But we really know the Aliens were here first.
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