Future teaching

Imperfections will soon be stamped out, but I firmly believe this is a very very bad move!

Someday we will be taught

The correct, the proper way to cry.

When that day comes,

They will look at me and say;

"you are not perfect"

I will glare right back,

The last remaining free person on this earth,

And I will say; "you are not living"

The End

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