Hypocrisy rests on indignant mindsets,
Smelted in the fire of irate documentaries
Which replace the footage of our conscience
And our recognition of mirrored narratives.
There lies deception in belief.
The evidence is dressed in silk,
Veiling our hyper-ordinary struggle
With our own damning limits.
We change out of our Sunday personalities
And into our designer reputations
Just in time for the Monday missives
That will milk the print.
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