You sit in lofty seats,
Feeling like the witness as history repeats.
While on your ass, consider the misery you cause
As your judging eyes belittle the loss.
An adventurer you call yourself,
Stories are not yours, but of the books on your shelf.
Nothing you say is novel or your wisdom
Much of what is already said and you just give me the sum.
Why should I not loathe you?
Because loathing you needs energy
Because loathing you needs time
Because loathing you is such a waste, I can't even find a rhyme.
So, here oh judgmental world's being!
I dismiss your judgment of me.
I show a gesture so obscene
And walk away washing my hands clean.
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