2011/07/05

Get Over It - 2011/07/05

You likely have already heard
But just in case you have not
I stood accused of this crime
For which nobody proved squat
So that means I am going free
With just a slap on the wrist
Truth be told I have to admit
Your attention will be missed

Rumors of the screaming reach
Even my ears encased in stone
In the eyes of your angry mob
No real proof had to be shown
Mutterances of fools in anger
Sans understanding of reality
Are why a real justice system
Builds on logic and actuality

If my words stroke your anger
Open your windows and screech
The portly poet now mocks you
Ever tired of trying to teach
Feelings in your gut are shit
Sixth sense is not legitimate
Either reveal the smoking gun
Or accept the defeat and quit

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