Riffing on both sides of the Deltopia debacle while feeling like each thought is a spell’s magic tentacle.
The self-entitlement spell
is brewed with human rights
simmered in a bath of sun;
Seasoned oh so well
by the rebellious plights
that take the n out of fun;
And this spell can’t be quelled
by the entranced, near-sighted,
broths that boast salt by the ton.
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