The facts about everything,
If all you're going to do,
Is spew them at me?
Give me some kind of context,
To give a window into your soul,
To understand how you organize the world,
Because, so far, I just don't know,
Unless you really have no opinion,
Or no moral compass,
Other than one that points at money,
And its ever-changingness.
I mean, I think you're alright,
And I'll certainly see you again,
But I will never trust you have my back,
On any excursion.
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