drop a link you write good poetry for real yo I've heard this style used forgot who bu tlove this part right here

It's the future now, entwined in vapors, words don't remain on paper,
the obscene haters are gone in this world, past yesterday and later.
We hear one type of music, as we secretly drum with a pen or ruler,
leave coolers full of frozen dreams in cryogenics, claiming times fuller.
We all scratch the same thing on paper and we match our same tests,
and a feeling deep down in a chest knows separation would be the best.
'lest we segregate through this nation with a clenched fist of defiance,
A tax collector is simply a new pirate, we can't stop the corporate giants.