you only do good things
in order to do bad things
so that nobody would ever suspect you
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doing the right thing
means doing something
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you claim that you’re with me
in theory
that never did any good
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I want to see your virtues in daily face to face action, neighbourly fashion
not at your greasy fingertips thinning across the whole world
you still put yourself at the forefront, marketing yourself
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they told me you have to read the news
you have to watch the news
you have to read this and that
I never wanted to join the collective sense of resigned powerlessness
talking instead of doing
complaining instead of evolving
debating instead of transforming
I am not a part of your circus
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I grew tired
observing adults
I comprehended
that nobody ever gets their shit together
the pretence is exasperating
dancing to the absence of music
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adults were mimes and imitators
everybody telling everybody exactly what they want to hear
comfort is a couch they bought
comfort is a collective state they bought
comfort is a grave they bought
comfort is a tattoo on their asses
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familiarising themselves with their own corpse
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I’ll have the prettiest one
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I stretched myself
as you raised my expectations
I didn’t realise
that I was hovering over a black hole
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when I was most comfortable
I got stabbed in the chest
too dazed and bedazzled to move and react
Croque-Melpomene 