hear it

like a morning crow and his unwelcome song

or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along

mountains of instructions you keep piling on me

resound like a cacophonous symphony

but i don't wanna hear it anymore

priests and politicians pretend they're your friend

and police speak to you like you're a child again

blanket statements cover you like a rug

and thet tell me maybe i'm acting a little too smug

but i don't wanna hear it anymore

every day we hear the secrets of life

reduced to cheap jokes

poetry

and friendly advice

they'd rather see us all pusillanimous

absorbent in their chorus of correctness

but i don't wanna hear it anymore