We continue to argue
In our back and forth
With what little we have
For all that we’re worth

In this do or die
Of choosing sides
In the right side of wrong
On the wrong side of right

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth anymore
My best guess is
That’s what poets are for

We’ve opened a chasm
Then fell into it
Never learning our lesson
As we’re still arguing

Not really sure why
Because there’s no prize
But when you’re deaf, dumb, and blind
It’s hard to see the signs

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth outright
My best guess is
That’s why poets write

Where’d we get the REF
That is keeping score
I’m really not sure
I want to play anymore

Everything I find
Is a waste of time
If their lips are moving
Then I know I’m not buying

No one round here
Wants to hear the truth being said
That’s what poets are for
Would be my best guess