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In the realm of feels and fuzzy hugs,
Where empathy’s a dance that sometimes shrugs,
We ponder if kindness comes with a fee,
Like a tip for the waiter, or a hot cup of tea.

Do we lend a hand for a pat on the back,
Or is our heart’s warmth a simple snack?

While we’re geared to the self, like a cat with its yarn,
Can we smile for the sake of a world that’s worn?

Uplifted to light, we twirl and we spin,
But is altruism just a game we all win?
So next time you share a slice of your cake,
Remember, my friend, it’s the joy you can make!

For in giving, we gain, or so they all say,
But sometimes it feels like a cheeky ballet.
So dance with the awkward, the clumsy, the bold,
And laugh at the cosmos—what a sight to behold

By Mason Cult Poet

Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this

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