The cheering crowds won't sound so loud
When no one knows what to say.
Around the corner the very thing you hate
Is taking place under your awkward hairy nose.
But I suppose it's easier for all of us to
Let real life keep rolling down the
Hills that burned clean, wiping away any
Evidence of a suffering-free reality.
How is it that we're all afraid of doing
Something that no one can stop with tear gas
Or guns? Everyone and everything will go on
Living or not living when the signs are in storage.
But of course my ass is getting sore now,
So I'll go inside and make myself bored.
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