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LIFE AND LIES #59 | Cover Your Feet

Somewhere in space-time
At the crossroads of human civilization,
A predicament,
Which troubled all those,
Who ventured outdoors,
Needed to be addressed.
Dirty feet!

There were but two choices,
Put a clean blanket on the world 
Or cover your own feet. 
The latter was more economical.
The world didn't need to be cleaned.
Just wear a pair of slippers,
And clean it from time to time.

Slowly and gradually, we have resorted to 
Fixing ourselves the same way.
If problems of life seem paramount,
Just wear a smile and visit 
A psychologist from time to time, 
Because it's you that needs fixing. 
The world doesn't need to change for you.

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  1. This poem cleverly uses the metaphor of dirty feet to illustrate a broader societal issue: the tendency to prioritize personal convenience over collective responsibility. The comparison between covering dirty feet with slippers and addressing personal issues through therapy highlights the notion of individual adaptation rather than addressing systemic problems. The poem suggests a societal shift towards self-improvement rather than societal change, echoing a sentiment of resignation or acceptance of the status quo. However, it also subtly critiques this approach, hinting at the importance of collective action and systemic change rather than solely focusing on individual solutions.

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