He wanted to be a pious sort of dude
Only he didn’t feel like he was good at it
Living life as best as he could by respecting others
Yearning that they would just do the same
He wanted to be a pious sort of dude
Only he didn’t feel like he was good at it
Living life as best as he could by respecting others
Yearning that they would just do the same
Can’t say something nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all?
Realize this is the biggest lie you have been fed all your life.
As if your opinion should be mitigated by some sort of empathy filter.
So you shouldn’t call out the stupidity slapping you in the face?
Shut up and sit down on that iron pole over there if you disagree.
Push your body past its self-imposed limits
And suffer the wrath of muscle, bone, and sinew
It can be mitigated by medication, but
Nothing will change what you feel, both short term and long, except for time.
Abdi Mohammed
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