P.S. Eliot
Like How You Are
you're pretty in the kind of way the compliance is dullnerves in our subversive brainsyou'd think that we don't believe anythingshoved at us as an artless factideal or dressed to a Tand that's not to say that you aren't prettybecause you're beautiful to mewe don't grow wellwhen we huddle in groups and we cry all the timeand we obstruct the emphasis on routine daysand i don't really care about the futurei care about what keeps you awayand i choose to acknowledge anger when no one's ready to listenlike at these ostentatious partiesand i'm half-drunk in this crowded kitchenand i yell 'you're a fucking hypocrite, you wear your fear under your makeup'being passive or being hostileits good to smile to avoid the closeupits a violent incentive, i just jerk you aroundand you're always disappointed, we both feel tied downits an eternal conundrum, why we do what we doand we always discontinue what we don't misconstrue
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