how sadly sad
that people
what ought
to know better
because i
know better
than they know
know no better
than they ought.
should i pity them?
hate them for being
stupidly stupid?
make mocking memes?
i cannot fix them.
they are broken
until they choose
not to be broken.
and the world
is lousy
with these
broken stupids.
and the world
is terribly terrible
and oh so
sadly sad.
there’s too much
to hate
to pity
to fix,
so i look
inside
because
everywhere
everything
else
is invisible
and i can
only touch
one mind.