Things for which I can thank the company:
I believed men were varied in sort,
Good and bad and ambivalent
But in ways essential
They are all quite equivalent.
I believed humans needed humans
Connection a cornerstone
No man ought to be an island:
But I’m better alone.
I believed people, in their soul,
Had a worthy aim in sight,
But they couldn’t care less
About doing what’s right.
Naive, my lofty ideals
Left me perpetually exposed
To everyone’s passing consumptions
With no hope of repose
But they have disabused me of many notions.
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