My Omelas

Haven't had the time
 To get rid of all this slime
 That's been dripping from
 My mouth, my ears, my eyes, my pores, and my nose
 When you get rid of your trash
 And toss it in your neighbor's yard
 Tell me who does that help in the end?
 Another community scarred
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 So I'll blade by the graves and the game saves
 Slip into the societal nether that's
 Been taken over by the new millennial wave
 A history of repetition, rejection, disassociation
 With mental illness and feeling gay
 It's tough when you don't know the rules so you can
 Either take the bus or drive your shitty car to school
 You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay
 You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay
 You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay
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 We're not as dirty as we think
 We're not as dirty as we think
 But we're not as clean as you
 We're not as clean as you
 We're not as clean as you
 We're not as clean as you