Some way, some day, somebody.. don't like ya
We go away, we daydream, sadly
We show virtue with no curfew,
yet those that appreciate it are few
They do not give us the strength to stand
Instead, making masturbation till bland
Constant contact, distractions from fact
When facts flow, find truth, change it, never exact
I am seen: strong, white, educated, blue eyes
Nevertheless, a disguise
Frustration, tension, reaching for it
Crevices, Devices, suffices, so lit
The "inaction in action" of the Gita
This wisdom must be why they don't like ya
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