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Sewage

October 4, 2017

How fearful are weWhen it’s quiet? How uncomfortable do we get,

Squirming around, afraid to face our own puzzling thoughts?

How fearful are we,

To hear a strong opinion that differs from our own

And immediately begin to talk before the point is heard?

How stubborn are we

To never admit that our honesty might honestly be in the wrong,

To put on an act as if we’re not the ones who create the law

Day by day, in how we act

Pushing our way to the front of the line

Despite the bruises we leave behind?

Who even are we

To have to sniff the sewage from time to time 

and blame our sister for defecating and inconveniencing our noses

When we ourselves are blind to the fact that

We’re too far up in our towers to

Hear the plop, while it’s all she hears

Day in day out, and her nose has gone completely numb. 

How stupid are we

To think we deserve

More from life than what your life is worth? 

How fearful are we

To experience some peace and quiet?

So what do I do but fill the void with yet another gasbag riot?

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