Spite and disdain:
the sustenance of modern society.
Oh how we love to talk **** on others
while ourselves being perfect and blame free:
How is the weather? How is the view?
Up there in your tower, with nothing but you?
So high above the filth that makes up the rest of us,
tell me, o Majesty, how things seem to you,
with your flawless perception,
perfect opinions,
passive-aggressive disdain,
and hubristic spite.
"Wer im Glashaus wohnt sollt nicht im Wohnzimmer bumsen."
"[One] who lives in a glass house shouldn't **** in the living room."
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 3:04 AM UTC
Spite and disdain:
the sustenance of modern society.
Oh how we love to talk **** on others
while ourselves being perfect and blame free:
How is the weather? How is the view?
Up there in your tower, with nothing but you?
So high above the filth that makes up the rest of us,
tell me, o Majesty, how things seem to you,
with your flawless perception,
perfect opinions,
passive-aggressive disdain,
and hubristic spite.
"Wer im Glashaus wohnt sollt nicht im Wohnzimmer bumsen."
"[One] who lives in a glass house shouldn't **** in the living room."
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