In both ears, out ma fingertips

We can have a truth sandwich but dont kill it with some bogus sauce.
You cant possibly close your eyes and wonder, dare imagine what the other piece is.
But you can however, bitch.
you cant now nor ever empathize.
Everybody is a victim
because no one is able to see the other's pain.
everybody has been dealt a sore deck of cards
and the other seems to keep playing poker
Who will save us from this fine mess?
Oh well! i cant bother to narrate to blind kitties in languages they dont hear...
aren't willing to hear, dont want to comprehend.
sharp sharp sharp claws sharppend!
i better keep my feet in motion!
but of course, the world is full of excuses so...
cut that! slice me a piece of that! some crisp harsh-worded lettuce! and no! no, no, no sauce pls!
while i be here, remaining the truth sandwich, but please dont kill me with some bogus sauce.