General Unknowledge and the Impertinence that Follows it
The words, the hate
Flies, no, spurts
Out of your dull mind
Faster than comprehension
Allows you to filter,
But even if you did
It’s a shoddy fucking filter.
There’re few things
Up there
That grant you
Understanding
To the world around
You and the few that do;
Overworked to death.
It must be so
Easy to be you—
Is it unfair?
No, it’s not.
Fewer thoughts
Require
Fewer watts.
