O perhaps there is a planet somewhere out there,
Beyond the sun, filled with sentient beings who
Are highly evolved. Perhaps, such a place is where
I would finally be at home and not feel blue.
For I cannot take much more of all the shrieking
Idiocy, that confronts me, everywhere I turn.
In the valleys of the blind, one eyed men are kings.
When vulgarity reigns, who can truly discern
The wheat from the chaff, or the sublime from the naff?
I can't believe my eyes. Someone's having a laugh! ! !
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