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Blatantly Blinded By Rage
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Depressed. I was happy
Barely dancing along a stream of conciousness
Floating down that stream on
A log of thought
Ready to set pen to paper
Or fingers to keyboard...
And see slmething utterly meaningless
Yet utterly infuriating.
COPYCAT??
How dare you accuse me of such
When you can barely spell
The simplest
Frugal
Facticious
Numb-brained
And common of words.
Then have the nerve, you being
Who is so supremely naiive
To wish me good luck
Though you lack a creative bone
Or intuitions in your body
HOW DARE YOU?!
