Champagne? Not For You Sunshine

Just experimental drugs you lucky little shits, now shut up and give me your arm

Where were you while we were getting high, 

Well just a twinkle in your parents eye. 

Those carefree summers of freedom we knew, 

Are now just a myth to those of you

Born too late to avoid this harm, 

Of trial gene therapy stabbed in your arm. 

So you could enjoy what we took for free,

By paying with your bodily autonomy.

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I'll apologise for your parents lack of balls,

It seems they would rather see you in the stalls,

Than protect you from the final destination,

Of potentially destructive experimentation.

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It's as though they have handed over to the state, 

Their responsibility to protect you, but now it's too late. 

You will never know our freedoms and probably don't care, 

And the thought of protesting, well you just wouldn't dare, 

As they know where you are every second of the day, 

And your parents disapprove of protests anyway. 

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Just wear your mask, don't have sex, get jabbed and shut up, 

I'm sorry that it seems like a half empty cup. 

Your Champagne Supernova is a flute that's bone dry, 

And that's the rest of your life now until the day you die.

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(Written 9th September 2021)