Supervenient Convenience

Pen and paper, paper and pen
I write my thoughts once again
The atoms infinite combinations
yield man’s brutality, slave plantations

However brutal however strange
The molecules are an atom’ convention
Akin to this, akin to bliss
Morality is a thinker’s convention

All have desires, ideal states
Which relationships satiate
And in a tangle if one’s unhappy
instability is a common happening

And in the acids molecules obnoxious
We find they find themselves noxious
Likewise the repressive and militant state
Is largely unhappy tasting the powder on it’s plate.

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