We’re all
wrong.
She’s wrong.
He’s wrong.
They’re
wrong.
Everybody’s
wrong.
She’s wrong
for him.
He’s wrong
for her.
They’re
wrong for each other.
We’re wrong for
it.
It’s all wrong
for me.
The country
is wrong.
The
politicians are wrong.
The pundits
are wrong.
The
scientists are wrong.
The deniers are
wrong.
The country
music is wrong.
The Rap is
wrong.
The punk
music is wrong.
The reggae fusion
hip-hop is wrong.
The gospel music
is wrong.
Negativity
is wrong.
Positivity
is wrong.
Growth is
wrong.
Stagnation
is wrong.
The middle
is wrong.
So what is
right?
Knowing when
it is wrong,
and learning
to make it right.
There’s
nothing wrong
with that.
This poem is
wrong.
But I’m
trying to make
it
right.
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