What was it that I was supposed to be thinking?
Was it one of these overlapping voices in my head?
Well I tried the differential calculus and could not
Find the derivative of sanity with respect to my mind.
And what is that feeling angry, bitter within my gut?
Like a fist clenched tightly around my insides.
Such shame. Like a stifled laugh from a belligerent joke,
Fermented among a long-delinquent sense of humor.
What am I to make of this desperate self-indulgence?
These sad, shaking hands scribbling mindlessly…
Illegibly--
Indiscriminately--
With no regard for human life.
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