New Age Turbulence

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Grey in silvered, for a sound so rare
Honesty so lacquered, stiff as wired hair
A syrup stolen, a Trump beyond compare
Dichotomy totalitarian, everyone beware

Rich as fruit, slickened in beeswax bliss
Mind your own, pardons, serpentines hiss
Coiled in persecution, judges never miss
Values all forgotten, blind witness to this

Never ending sagas, no Lilly to a pond
All rights bargained, burning every bond
Sliding mirrors, just before a respond
Weaving territory, wave a magic wand

Booming in distance, freckled little noise
Distorted tiny rumbles, beyond little boys
Pounding in motto, the ethic employs
An upcoming wisdom, someone enjoys.

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