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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Irrational ire

 
Livid, he turned pale
Impolite words slipped out
Pounding on the frail
The evil he began to spout
 
In knotted anticipation
His subjects tremble in fear
As he flounders in frustration
The ambience is austere
 
No rhyme nor reason
Is seen in his outburst
Irrationality the season
To ambiguity, cursed.
 

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