The Hindsight Family
The fidgeting lips of hypocrites
sound the story they couldn’t predict,
the Hindsight family carry the flame
that rewinds backwards and assigns blame,
something achieved with absent shame.
They see it now they sight the wrong
when before unsure as to what’s going on,
with strong opinions and fresh passion
they sing their ignorance song,
Someone tell them we see it now too,
then remind them they had no clue,
no plan of their own, no alternative,
no idea or understanding to give,
and now as they slate and cause a fuzz
they are no bloody good to any of us,
they’re only good at being confused
so when we need that it’s them we’ll choose.
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