everything offends me if I let it
bringing infant to piano recital
not knowing not to talk it's how
things are not everyone behaves
some scorn rules or don't know
some think they are stars couldn't
care less others can't help it the
whole damn thing has gone to hell
marketing now is to the young
what they're selling I don't want
refined taste defines a territory
glimmers of sanity within the flux
afraid of being too frank I waffle
obscure one minute naked the next
if I don't say what I actually think
what possible point to writing
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