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1.
One day I decided 
to shed all my prejudice 
and in the resulting vacuum 
gathered so much bullshit
that scepticism 
had to be reinstated

in far greater measure,
breeding an even worse
self-satisfaction: 

smug triumph, 
vindicated 
by my generous experiment.

No one ever warns you about 
going cold-turkey on cynicism.

2.
One day I set aside 
my blind tolerance,
my totalitarian empathy, 
to just examine the facts, and
gathered so much bullshit
that the sublime relativity
of everyone’s position 
promptly reasserted itself

in far greater measure,
breeding an even worse
self-satisfaction:

like any observer
in the centre of the universe,
wherever I begin; 
delighted to find
that I was right all along.

No one ever warns you about 
going cold-turkey on credulity.