So I made myself new
As what all worshippers do
Caught in an awkward place
As all teenage boys do
My new self is to be pure
To be wary of things
That worshippers find wrong
But
All is wrong
This world, their lessons
Even this piece I am writing
How maddening it is!
How can a world be pure
Be free of things they find wrong
When all you watch
Is where things go wrong
You watch these people
With their problems and panic
Yet you make me sick
With every problem not manic
Explain how that man
So cold and dirty
That needs your help
Doesn’t deserve it
Give me an answer
And don’t try to avoid it
You made me obedient
Yet not so complicit
You make me ashamed
While one case it is so
But make everything wrong
And there is nothing pure at all.
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