Ode to us

Set me up, tell me what to do,
It's not that I don't know,
Or I can't figure it out,
But you'll judge me if do it wrong
And that's what I I don't want.

Set me up, tell me all the rules,
Don't tell me why they're there
Or how they are logically sound
They're just there and we have to
Put up with them for the world.

Set me up; what's ethically right?
Set me up, I'm not looking for a fight,
Set me up for the screwed up world,
Make me numb like the rest of us.

I'm sorry, did I say too much?
I'm sorry, please don't kill me.
There's no point, I'm a goner now,
Don't you make my mistakes,
Abide by this glorious world.

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