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- People want to be praised for mediocrity, hugged for being slow
- You don’t need to agree, but at least pretend to not be allergic to growth
- And coddled through failure, real crime is lying to your damn self every day
- And calling it optimism, or wasting every second of potential that you say
- You have, or pretending your laziness is some misunderstood genius phase
- That’s the felony, that’s the theft of a life you’ll never get back any day
- Criticism used to mean dialogue, now it’s a social media thread
- Filled with basement dwellers screaming shallow metaphors
- Quotes from people who’ve never read a book longer than a tweet, of course
- Real critique demands work, most people aren’t ready for that
- They want validation, not evaluation, and power can also be subtle, that’s a fact
- Sometimes it's a central bank deciding inflation targets
- Without one damn vote cast by the people they affect, it’s retarded
- Crime is the abuse of power, and the rejection of criticism
- All crimes against your own potential, and the punishment is
- A life of delusion, you've got Stanford engineers building the same apps
- They now write about escaping from, digital detox is what they refer to it as
- Criticism is only welcome if it maintains the illusion of open discourse
- While reinforcing the same stale power structures that got us here before
- You talk about crime while robbing others of time, peace, and patience
- Just by being around them, you want to fight injustice
- Start with the shitstorm in your own mirror, power is magnetic, isn’t it
- Like the promise of control can somehow fix the chaos inside of it
- Target and IKEA make money from your pain, retail therapy’s just legalized
- Bribery to keep you compliant, the fight for meaning is a pit fight
- A kid selling weed gets ten years in Rikers, isolation is the modern philosopher
- In exile, authors scribbling about the banality of evil while you sit comfortably in your
- Suburb, watching atrocities through the cushion of detachment
- The meltdown is Oscar worthy when they lose their power, cause it was never about
- The responsibility, it was the performance, the image that they found
- The illusion that others actually feared them, strip away their titles, their badges
- And all you're left with is a fragile ego in search of a leash to grab on
- Isolation creeps in not as a choice, but as a consequence of stupidity
- Of being so emotionally unavailable you might as well be a vending machine
- With no snacks, they call it peace, but you know what it is
- It’s everyone else finally giving up on trying to make a connection
- It’s the result of burning bridges and expecting people to start swimmin’
- But keep romanticizing that cold, silent apartment as a temple
- Of enlightenment, isolation is the reward for a life spent pushing everyone away
- And then acting surprised when no one shows up, no matter how long you wait
- Criticism when done right can build empires, but most of y’all
- Treat it like a mugging, like honesty came at them with a chainsaw
- Because it hurts, doesn't it, not the words, but the realization of the fact
- That people see through your crap, that nobody wants to clap
- So maybe, just maybe, you're not all that, and yet, criticism is a gift
- You reject like a spoiled brat at Christmas, you’ll collect fake compliments
- Like Funko Pops, stack them up to feel big, and then cry and sob
- When the whole shelf collapses, you don’t need another ego massage
- You need a damn intervention and a sledgehammer to the pedestal
- You built from participation trophies, crime is about betrayal
- Not just laws, it’s in the moments you know better but choose worse
- In the lies you tell to make yourself look noble while you murk
- Other people’s reality, every time you manipulate, dodge accountability
- Or twist words to win an argument, you're a criminal
- Just not the fun kind, and society rewards this shit, the worst offenders
- Get book deals, the scum that rises to the top gets labeled as ambitious
- Or strategic, so crime pays, just not in ways your broke ass will ever cash in on
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