Adjustment from stagnation,
The red pill they can’t swallow,
As they keep spitting out,
With espectations I feed back to their mouth,
Is the madness of unadaptability.
Tomorrow will come their adaptability?
unadaptability to adaptation,
As anguished mourning cries getting louder,
While searching and begging someone,
To shove the red pill down their throats,
I will be there, doing nothing!
As adaptatiom to their Unadaptability.
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