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Nov 04, 2009
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i admit it
i admit it i know nothing about humans
much less myself
have we become oblivious
to our neighbors
on our little patch of 30x120
is the tv blaring,
the arguments so loud,
our lives so hurried
that our neighbor
buries 10 bodies
and we never heard even one
cry?
i'm sick to death of society,
i know not how serial killers
are formed
i know not what went wrong
in their synapsing mind,
some will call them
evil, some will say crazy
as a fox
i just know that if we don't know
what is happening next door,
it's way too close for comfort.
much less myself
have we become oblivious
to our neighbors
on our little patch of 30x120
is the tv blaring,
the arguments so loud,
our lives so hurried
that our neighbor
buries 10 bodies
and we never heard even one
cry?
i'm sick to death of society,
i know not how serial killers
are formed
i know not what went wrong
in their synapsing mind,
some will call them
evil, some will say crazy
as a fox
i just know that if we don't know
what is happening next door,
it's way too close for comfort.
— Kailashana, Nov 04, 2009
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Critiques
Geezer
16 years 7 months ago
In total agreement...
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
By the time we go to
RobertKnott
16 years 7 months ago
A good question...
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
Well Written
Stuart Reiss
16 years 7 months ago
I think you came from the
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
we need a complete new philosophy