There’s a million scary things
To interrupt your day
Living brings encounters
That will make your feelings fray
There are unfamiliar places
There are words that people say
Here’s your trigger warning:
Time to make your way
There ain’t no safe spaces
To keep the world at bay
So leave your bed each morning
And go and face the day
You can hide in your dogma
You can hide inside your head
You can hide from scary words
That another person said
You can pitch a giant fit
You can tremble; you can twitch
Or you can try and stop acting
Like a helpless little bitch
All the other pundits say we have to be strong So I’d look pretty stupid if I didn’t go along Pundits work for think tanks so we know a lot of things Strength means dropping cluster bombs on helpless human beings
All the other pundits say America must lead It isn’t our concern if millions have to bleed Our enemies respect us when we’re muscular and bold Our paymasters reward us based upon munitions sold
All the other pundits say we must support our friends Don’t obsess on means if you can justify the ends Friends can chop some heads if they possess a lot of oil Friends with good locations set their enemies to boil
All the other pundits say we must pay any price And pundits live in neighborhoods and houses that are nice Pundits tell you simple folk what is wrong and right Pundits think that wars are great for other folks to fight
To fight aloud, is very brave–
But gallanter, I know
Who charge within the bosom
The Calvalry of Woe–
—Emily Dickinson
I’m damaged and I’m blue
And I’m gonna damage you
The grief that grew and grew
Is the damage I can do
But I know it hurts me too
When I spread my hurt to you
Don’t wanna look within
At the hurt inside my skin
Or see the monster that I’ve been
Abusing kith and kin
