Don’t Shoot The Messenger
Swift, yet run down, there he is
Too much to send
So many trips end to end
Everybody placing messages in his hands
He’s trying and trying to deliver them
Over the internet
What’s truth?
What isn’t?
Just pretend
While the message sends
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