I Never Said it Best

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Time is fast, and always slow
Selfish hearts still beat and grow
Reality is broadcast over the air
Even the wallpaper is beginning to tear
Eyes look wide and usually down
The righteous make paper crowns
Children learn how to hate and fear
The fog is heavy; we're not in the clear
Burn your life, earn your keep
You'll be forgotten in about a week
Misguide the lonely to certain doom
The next handout is coming soon