Your condition, please?
Iβ uhhβ¦
I’ve been diagnosed with slocking,
Your ticket number is 23671,
Please take a hood and noose and join the line on the left,
Sirβ¦
Okay,
Thank you;
Hey⦠uhh,
Excuse meβ
Am I in the correct line?
Heya, buddy,
Let’s see your certificateβ
I seeβ¦
Unfortunately, yes,
You’re in the correct line,
βGood luck, man!
‘Unfortunately’?
‘Good luck’?
Whatβ¦
Broβ¦
TICKET NUMBER 23671,
PLEASE TAKE DOOR NUMBER 12,
AND ONCE INSIDE,
PLEASE HAND YOUR NOOSE TO THE EXECUTIONER AND WAIT FOR FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS,
THANK YOU,
Wait, what!?
Noβ
Slocking is a capital offence,
Sirβ¦
And is punishable by death.
πͺ
My interpretation:
“The mind is everything; what you think you become”
Life starts today!
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Lol. You’re thinking about it too much! π
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Innovative poem
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Haha xD, thanks! I was wary it’s a little bit close to hints of eugenics, although it’s obviously satirical and ridiculous.
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My latest one is more innovative π
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