"You've just got to persevere
without snapping"
all the parental lentil-beans say.
I couldn't care less if they feel that way.
When your beliefs have expanded
to make room for the world's worst kinds of evils
how are you supposed to behave like 'normal'? Hm,
and -- because of course I do -- I can't help
but see that particular sort of 'evil'
everywhere I look, walk, and sleep.
The evil of which I speak?
It has but one name, almost a hundred associations,
but makes the victim become mute. Hm,
does that sound
like 'fun' to you? Ah, alas,
I'll never really see
the true answer
in which you'll soon be giving.
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Sublimations from the Lost-and-Found
PoetryThis will be a collection of my original poetry- Old, new, and still forming. It shall cover all the emotions of the human-condition, or at least try to. Thus, please don't be too alarmed by any angry, embittered, or despairing verses. I hope you en...
