A One, and a One

You try so hard to separate the singer from the song
The perspective you consider off, bizarre, or wrong
Against everything you believe, you do try, you know
But something gets in the way, clogs the way your brain works
Wired, not from birth, but from upbringing
Mahalo Mom and Dad, a classic case of nurture
You’re bred to believe things half of us it seems
Don’t, and they were raised learning their own way
And feel about you and all of the artists you approve
As you do, but from the other side of the mirror
The coin face where you’re stamped on one side, set
So you’ll never see the other one, a permanent obverse
A stated lover of all views, but sadly only tolerant of yours
Inbreeding means strange fellows bedding down’s beyond the pale