I'm picking each battle today
in every word that I say
doling them out on small paper plates
each friend that I greet
each stranger I meet
carefully measuring the volumes and weights
I only have so much to spare
and a soul in need of repair
and how I'm practicing prudence with my supplies
I have far to go
and my rations are low
and I don't have much time for your hatred and lies
-o0o-
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