I call to the nescient believers of television gods
It goes without saying that a great many are away
We remember the bygones of some lost battle
Babbling fools left with a head full of mental hornets
You know that it’s trivial to even finger the ill these days
I need to ask this question, what about the sane
Consider those who are dialed in with fine tune thoughts
a developing fetus, the staple of next era awareness
These charismatic demons feed in plain sight
egotistical little devils love to misbehave
You can fear the insane all that you like
I ́ll keep an eye on those strong minds who self deify
John Putignano 