K(no)w One

We’ve crafted imperfect leases
Drafted new Jesus’s
Folded over the creases
And cringe at the cuts

We’ve submitted the thesis
Follow where our own words lead us
Yet the pain never ceases
So we cry out for pills

Those too brave for thought
Destroy the streets
Tangle the sheets
String up their cleats
And go to war

Those too audacious for action
Scheme and squander
Sit and ponder
Bind up their books
And cry for more

It’s either settle or score
It’s the prudes versus the whores
Fingers pointed
Act!
Think!

But I fear it takes one
To know one

And no one
Will let go

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