Please leave me in ignorant bliss.

I only have two ears and that’s too many.

Please don’t talk to me about goals or efficiency

Of teamwork and statistics.

Your buzz is full of sting.

I’m certain in the end I won’t care

And neither will you,

After all, it’s built on fiction

On numbers that go up and down with the sun

Their deluded warmth fading to cold dread.

I wasn’t born for this and neither were you.

This building of glass and steel

It’s not real.

It’s another bubble

And it’s about to..


(c) Slumpless


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