i'd write an angry poem on this
but I'd prefer not to think about it as
it can be killing on so many levels,
the varieties are so diverse, some so
difficult to pin down.
so we go home early and claim illness,
or don't way what needs to be said.
i'd rather not be angry, so
with that, the evening is getting late
and my warm bed calls to me
I will go there.
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