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Situational Neglect
I'm surrounded by the sounds of f**king idiocy
The television that never shuts off or up
The moronic laughter at the low brow sit-com
Do you realize the sound you emit
Your double digit I.Q. on display, gleaming
Made almost brighter in the technicolor
Not knowing, comprehending that it should clothe and hide
Itself
Mouth agape, eyes X-ed
Until the simp comments on the banal commentary
Start spilling out the neck
I can smell it and I want to wretch
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