It Pays To Be Uninformed

It’s hard to write a travesty

If, indeed, you are like me

And despite your hopes and dreams

Nothing hurts and no one screams.

It’s hard to find valid complaints

When no one bleeds or pukes or faints,

When songbirds sing and angels fly

And all the spiders up and die.

It’s hard to be a downer debbie

When light stuff’s light and hebby’s hebby.

The world is peaceful, lovely, flat…

Oh wait, it’s not?

I can write about that!


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