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I have an extra dry sense of humor up here in the most sarcastic city in the country Down south, they just can't figure it out They think I'm dumb or should be institutionalized for the things I say that they just take to heart with 6 grade reading levels at best There's no forethought, let alone critical analysis afterwards Down there you say what you mean or paint on fake niceties You leave all the **** talking for when this or that person leaves the room There's no cold distance Strangers will ask where you go to church No respect that folks may have better things to do A panopticon of middle school gossip and small talk so you're never alone I wish my brother never left He came back and won't talk to me after I gave his complaining back to him in too clever remarks In Carolina, you're lucky if they get it on the drive back home
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Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 3:43 PM UTC
You'll Pry my Coldness from my Dead Hands
I have an extra dry sense of humor up here in the most sarcastic city in the country Down south, they just can't figure it out They think I'm dumb or should be institutionalized for the things I say that they just take to heart with 6 grade reading levels at best There's no forethought, let alone critical analysis afterwards Down there you say what you mean or paint on fake niceties You leave all the **** talking for when this or that person leaves the room There's no cold distance Strangers will ask where you go to church No respect that folks may have better things to do A panopticon of middle school gossip and small talk so you're never alone I wish my brother never left He came back and won't talk to me after I gave his complaining back to him in too clever remarks In Carolina, you're lucky if they get it on the drive back home
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Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 3:43 PM UTC
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