Changing the station
Does nothing
To make you feel any less
A guilty part of the rest of the world
Turning the channel
Does nothing
To separate you
From the voices that spew
But don't speak for us
Feels like you're bound
Feels like they speak for you
Doing things in your name
Things you would never do
When thoughts swim like these
Tell me how anyone
With living to do
Is supposed to get any done
Throwing your hands up
Does something
To make you feel better
After skipping that letter you'd meant to write
Aiming at neighbors
Does something
To separate you from the guilt that you didn't do
All you could