only a few are watching
no one talks about it
we were trained to take in what was dished out
it gets ignored or whined about and denied
there's a breakdown in communication
nothing was ever read before
this notepad finally got your attention
others were willing to listen
they didn't flip out
their world didn't come to an end
their temple wasn't threatened
their priesthood didn't change
they rarely chose to punt
muteness tastes stale and boring
obsequious politeness looks runny and insipid
eternal niceties feel worse than purgatory
everyone knows it's in the room
it's gotta leave the room somehow
no one wants to do anything about it
i'm the only one suggesting it gets eaten
i'll even use the tusks for broth
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