why o why my tempestuous rise, with each screech she accuses
I am all reason in all seasons, yet with each screech she doth dispute
my ire perturbed and equilibrium disturbed, tattered mine repute
was I ever a calm personage, gracing my fellows with respect
was I ever a calm visage, spake softly my peers with circumspect
was I ever a calming engagement, just and wise - or just suspect?
my nerves are shattered
my sanity all scattered
my mind mindless in time
in space I sob
I am all robbed
who am I?
I am sad
I am mad
I am anger personified
I am a hurricane whipping debris
causing repercussions inconsiderately
Sound and fury, signifying
...something.
The Folly Of Impermanence.
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*“You talking about me?”** The neoliberal denigration of the past was
nowhere more unrelenting than in its depiction of the public service. The
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