divide your expectation
sort it out humanely
the process of elimination
this is all philanthropy.
you and I
wrong or right
are alike
just not in the ways you can see.
the difference is
you repress
and I digress,
and I don't mind remaining
to be what you claim.
so what's different this time?
all the strings flay
I take pleasure in the penalty,
when only one of us walks away.
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- Comment from author about the poem: life has been testing my patience today
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Mano a mano it seems in this poem of vale tudo. Nicely taken to the mat where it is the last man standing. Very nice
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Hayleigh, this has bite. It feels controlled but simmeringโฆlike patience stretched thin but not broken. โI take pleasure in the penaltyโ lands hard. Thereโs defiance there, but also clarity. You donโt sound rattledโฆyou sound resolved. Strong piece, my friend. Hope today is less trying that yesterday. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
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