Tell Me
Out of respect for justice
I will take a smaller bit
In an old-school way I trust me
But the trust is incomplete
Out of privilege for savage
I become less civilized
When a savage comes to manage
Isn’t it good to stay alive
Good to watch the old campfire
Still proceeds its life, half dead
If the embers can rewire
My old brain, I’d be so glad
Sing our songs of cheap catharsis
Sneer and smile, and tell me please
What you couldn’t, when unconscious
We were us, as close as this..
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