The Right Side of Right

It’s a lame game, an insane train

that jumps off the tracks

in the hot rain, in the cool snow

in the heat of the night

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The accusers
accuse me of almost pathological timidity
and chronic indecisiveness
of having a fear of self-exposure amounting to dread
a fear of intimacy amounting to terror
They accuse me of every kind of cowardice
physical and moral
of creeping quietly from one shadow to another
of living by a self-defeating code
of being ruled
by an almost abject craving for cloud cover
They accuse me of inertia
of being easily discouraged

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I’m unhappy ,but so proud.
My frown is sure to stand out
In a crowd.
My pain so profane.
And easy to see.
There’s always a little
Empathy in infamy .

I’m not shallow.
You must wallow in me.
my depth,
Is all there is of me.

I’m so true ,see my label.
I’ll give you a reminder whenever
I’m able .
My crown of rain.
Fits perfectly.
There’s always some new
Medication for me.

I’m not shallow.
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