Moralsuit

You do not care
you seem to take pleasure in my stumbling
you ASSume too much
in grading strictly by the book
when society threw the book on the fire
to warm it's coldheart from the mainstream
why do you shiver?
the red ink must be terrible in the morning
you grew immune to it
you have been served
clean your cuts with my endogenous nature
cover them with transparent band-aids
though you appear to be a radical
you are an avid conservative
and you ride on a bandwagon
filled with mottos and metaphors
your lungs are powered by a hurricane
but no one listens to your long wind
apparently not even you
it is far and beyond politics