3rd planet fermented for years without a word, and then I sat down one day and wrote it in 20 min. Was in the zone, flash-painting a sunset on fire.

The 'two word lines' are mostly links to specific events (or symptomatic trends) not accurately covered by MS-BS (the fake estate), the last two verses are a sign off. Endings are problematic in a freedom poem because the journey is ongoing.

My last few poems were intended to redpill ppl dumbed and deceived from birth about almost everything important, drowning in misinformation overload, struggling to retain nanosec attention spans. Apparently the poems are working on a micro scale; even the well informed seem generally receptive to the digestibility of these 'bite size facts in rhyme'.

But realistically I'm aware my work is almost irrelevant at this double digit exposure level. Moreover major social media was reprogrammed several years ago to prevent unauthorized viral ascensions, this 'idea-killing technical oppression' being a harder blow to 'Freedom of Speech' than ppl realize.