Polite Conversation
I'm supposed to be polite
Keep my thougths held together in pretty pink bows
I'm a girl my thoughts are dimur
But what about him?
He too has to be polite.
Why?
The world is in shambles
as we all sit and watch
planning our parties
and dealing our shosts
polite conversation centered around lies
we all have demons
they're all just inside.
Why not bring them out
show them how to play
maybe their only bad
because they stay inside all day.
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