Would you prefer that I pretend?
Plaster a plastic smile across my face
and laugh and banter with you as if all is well?
You must be insane.
Stuck on a two-way street where it appears
that responsibility has been shifted onto the one already carrying the most.
A host of justifications starting with 'I thought', thwarting the basis of intentions.
Disregarding the fact that communication could swiftly apply the brakes to a runaway vehicle stuck in 'coast'.
Let me... propose a toast...
To the douchebags and jerk-offs.
For all they're worth, they make it more apparent that assumptions are indeed transparent,
often revealing arrogance.
Unaware of selected mumblings and grumblings caught in a jar
and set free unto ears that are not privy to the original context.
But. If you are happy with your misinformed result...
If you would rather encase yourself in the false 'safety' of pretence,
then an abundance can be found anywhere...
...BUT HERE.
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