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Apathy curled up in a little ball

I’ve stopped caring about celebrities

Their slaps and slips and sex

Apathy has nuzzled its way

Into the crook of my arm

As outrage blares at me

From inhumane screens

Some of it warranted

While other for its mere $ake

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