How can I be fighting windmills
When I'm not much fighting at all
I make up problems to go against
But not by your perceived intensity
A profession based on lies
That's what it is to write
And who the hell knows
It might be true for someone
Accusations of oblivion
From the oblivious
What can I do but roll my eyes
And play your token snob
At the very least I'm happy
I tricked you without even trying
So many times it should be
Habit by now
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