no longer
wanna be informed
so don’t tell me any more
I’d like to maintain the fantasy
that life’s the way it was before
don’t care to be
conversant
when the air’s this thick with hate
go along to get along
maybe the schisms will abate
breaks my heart
to watch
d’you think you can show less?
the tears that mingle with my own
leave my mind in a helluva mess
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