As I fume, and I wonder what holds us together
With those who speak only of movies and weather,
With those who bring only the wrong sorts of news,
With those who cannot understand others' views,
With those who live to demand and to stifle,
With those who make worlds of their fears and their trifles,
With those leave peacemaking, praising 'til last,
Who will criticize first, who can't let go the past.
To those family and friends and those lovers we cleave,
For we stubbornly won't be the first one to leave.
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