Grievances
Heed this call forevermore
To avoid this sordid gore
That arises from this deadly sin
Apathy - it always finds a way to win
It imbues itself upon the brain
With a feeling of utmost disdain
And it knows how to deliver my woes,
Perfectly suited to be one of my million foes
It wakes me up at 5:55
To perform its loathly jive
Forcing its wretched face in my mind
Its body and mine forever intertwined
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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