DAY NINETY-FIVE

People pissed me off today. Stupid decisions made in a panic, people not listening to reason, and it rubbing off on me. So here's a poem that doesn't really relay these things:

Far away from prying hands
The clutch of panic:
constricted restricted
clouded
contagious
Shut away; 
I wish

Kind of a shame I did Ira yesterday. Would've been appropriate for today. Probably just me shouting into a mic though.

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