For knowing what's been said,
And responding accordingly,
And not spewing shit uncensored.
And knowing your company, and being aware,
Of what might fly and what might crash and burn,
And rampage for days across the social landscape,
Leaving you damaged and distraught, in turn.
Okay, something leaves your head amidst a cacophony,
That otherwise would be lost in the crowd,
That unfortunately disappeared in a second,
Leaving your mumbling clear and loud.
And it's alright,
Because those who matter knew the spirit.
But then you have to please all the people all the time,
And so you go home obsessing over it.
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