Anger

In their attempts to break the mundanity of 

their repetitive and dull lives, they publicize

every single insignificance that decorates their monotony

fatuously perceived as extra-ordinary.

Pleasure, ridden with the stink of corporeality

What makes them happy no matter how briefly

they seize with hungered hearts, as they scream for Love.

Love! They say, Love me! Love me! Love me!

Then there be those who knowingly let their minds rot

by prioritizing the paltry and delaying things of magnitude.

In their foolishness they say 'I don't need brains, I've attitude'.

Sighing loudly whilst bearing responsibility, they stink of idiocy.

In anger I pray for enduring tolerance

Berating myself I try to remember people tend to blunder

but really now, my patience is of a limit,

Come now people, I've enough of your shit.

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Ah, I need a vacation. Hurry up Easter.