Conspiracies Anonymous

In a circle they gathered, a motley crew,
With wide, shining eyes and theories askew.
“Welcome to Conspiracies Anonymous,” they said,
“Let’s take a deep breath, and clear out our heads.”

“I’m addicted,” confessed one, with a twitch of delight,
“To secrets and shadows that haunt me at night.
Last week, I uncovered a plot so divine,
That lizard folks run the whole world from a shrine!”

“Let’s take a break,” said the leader, quite wise,
“From these rabbit holes spiraling up to the skies.
We’ll focus on balance, on living each day,
And not diving deeper into theories that sway.”

But just as they settled, a member piped in,
“Did you hear about aliens? They’re plotting to win!
They’ve been monitoring us through all of our phones,
And they’re using our data to build their own drones!”

“Oh no!” gasped another, eyes gleaming with thrill,
“I’ve read that the moon’s just a hologram still!
What if the Earth is just flat, can’t you see?
And we’re all just pawns in their grand tapestry?”

“Focus, my friends!” the leader tried hard,
“Let’s not get distracted; we’re not here to spar.
We need…