The Hangover

Now everyone’s a philistine

Their laughter, their words, their clothes
Gnaw at my veins
For how could they be for the right reasons

Irrationality screams through every pore
These people blabbering about rocks and dust
Sheer insanity dripping from them

It takes me a while to detest them less
Apathy overcomes anger for a bit
And then I am one of them

But here’s this book I want to read
And this movie I’ll watch tomorrow
If they are good I’ll slip right back

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