A Jury of My Peers

It’s not that you’re wrong,

it’s just that you’re different.

And for that crime you face sentence.

The way you dot your I’s, the way you cross your t’s.

It’s just unacceptable, it’s simple, you see?

What you say doesn’t matter regardless of penance,

Your excuses; insignificant.

Everything will be easier if you just play along.


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