Revolution 3

The heartbeat of the nation quickens its pace,
As we run towards an emoticon embrace,
It's quickly becoming a full-on race,
And every person is looking for a place,
The fallen ones attempt to save face,
And soon the majority is clad in black lace,
Everything's bouncing, from plumbers to Space,
And everyone's shouting in UPPER CASE!

Where did the humanity go?

The End

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