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.
Catching the bus.
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Catching the bus to work today, as I like to do sometimes. As I would do
most of the time if it were cheaper. The return has gone up from £7.60 to
£8.50. I...
6 days ago
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