A Poem for Bomb Suspect #2

Amanda Palmer has done it, and now getting all sorts of flack (and some support) for it.  Read it here and decide for yourself, and post here or there or anywhere.   Excerpt:

you don’t know how precious your iphone battery time was until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat.

you don’t know how to get away from your fucking parents.

you don’t know how it’s possible to feel total compassion in one moment and total disconnection in the next moment.

you don’t know how things could change so incredibly fast.

you don’t know how to make something, but the instructions are on the internet.

you don’t know how to make sense of this massive parade.

you don’t know how to believe anyone anymore.