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51 lines
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title: Susceptible
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week: 16
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date: 2025-04-22
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you are not immune,\
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your blind spots will prevail -\
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the evil's out to get us,\
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hook, thorn, lie and trail
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'I'm not the problem,' you say with pride,\
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to anyone who listens -\
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but while you turn your back to them,\
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they're pulling out munitions
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'I don't think there's an issue,'\
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you declare without a search -\
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it's easy to miss the war\
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from up there on that perch
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'these people just complain too much,'\
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you moan and whinge and spout -\
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how lucky you are to live a life\
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with little to grumble about
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'supports are good, I guess,\
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but some people are just bludging,'\
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when all this push comes to shove,\
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it's you that we'll be judging
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look within, think for yourself,\
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you've been far too susceptible\
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in ignorance you may feel bliss,\
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but disregard proves unacceptable
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Dressed up nice, but why I'm unsure\
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To mourn a man I met not knew\
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Yet I'll attend and act mature\
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And show grief even if untrue
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Sitting worried how it appears\
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Given the lack of woe I've shown\
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I see her there, eyes full of tears\
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Such I feel welling in my own\
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In this I discover new fears\
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Of a world where I'm not alone
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An effect which I was aware\
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Yet for myself was skeptical\
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In this bizarre awkward affair\
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I've found myself susceptible
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