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Unshaded
John Grey
Didn't realize
the world's as black and white
as this newspaper.
Until the politicians
opened their mouths,
the letter writers took to their pens,
the editorialists, columnists,
shared their sureties,
I didn't know that
what's not one thing
has to be its opposite.
If you're not for,
you're against.
If you don't love,
you hate.
Didn't realize
the world's so black and white,
I can buy its truths for fifty cents,
page through them
in less than a half hour.
I tap my brow,
mutter to my brain,
don't worry,
the newspaper's already
done your job.
Then I think... mmm....
gray matter...
now why the hell
do they call it that?