Constant Nonsense

Within the confines of my consciousness,
dwells the thoughts of constant nonsense.
My cognizance paints scenes of our populace
as a bottomless esophagus, consuming without consequence.
It's rather ominous how we live so monotonous,
surrounded by incompetence with no sense of prominence.
You see, the world is a metropolis of nonsense,
living under providence, proceeding life in somnolence.
As for me? I prefer to remain anonymous, for I live anomalous,
separate from the dominance forced upon those lacking confidence.
It seems every word that our leaders speak sound synonymous,
I hope they drown in their pompousness.
I know it's sad, but this is my conscience's hypothesis,
the constant nonsense that my mind seems to document.

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