The special moment is a wreck,

I want a rope around my neck.

Is this the world I live in today,

Everyone has lost their way.

 

Love isn’t like it used to be,

People might as well marry trees.

Being decent is a honest crime,

The bad don’t do their deserved time.

 

Talking topics consist of X factor results,

Reality TV is the new religious cult.

Talent is hardly appreciated,

But autotune is nationally debated.

 

True love is blinded by lust,

Bad guys given blind trust.

On Facebook you have over 500 friends,

Thinkin’ celebrity; you’ve met your end.

 

Your new style is so old fashion,

Your insults become their mind’s invasion.

Have no time for the mindless,

Me and you alone and there is no stress.

 

Lots of love and God bless

Rahul N Singh

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