There isn’t that much you can do
When you feel you just don’t belong
Either stay low key and muddle through
Or lie to get along
Repeat the same words everyone does
So you can come off as hip
And drink what sells the most because
It’s what the masses sip
Or simply duck the foolish fold
Avoiding all the stink
Of those that do what they are told
But never learn to think.
Are You Reading Me?
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