You are an alarmist
You always have been
You react
Before you should
You think before you reason
Hopping quickly at each bite of news
Your anecdotes make your data
Your hyperbole eclipse your logic
You are unmeticulous
And haphazard
And you will not be my undoing
There are theories and there is practice
Life an accumulation of the latter
You skip to make believe
No empirical reason to conceive
Of what you say to be the truth
The truth to you is fact
But there’s something wrong with that
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