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Fury (Free verse) by wilco Fury is wasted on the malcontents of the world;
those so cynical and jaded that the irony of fate is lost
in the bitter rage of understanding
that in the end, democracy is merely the primordial ooze
from which tyrants are born.
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Posted: January 14, 2007 9:21 PM PST; Last modified: January 14, 2007 9:21 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.0397344 Overall Rank: 7132 Comments:
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Prince of Void @ 213.207.253.125
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15-Jan-07/7:26 AM
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Good job ..it's a great poem
Itâs the kind of exposition and soap-boxing Iâve been blasted for these several years, and the kind of thing I still get all gushy about. But âirony of fate is lostâ â is too nebulous even for me. Good otherwise.
I'm a bit rusty. Haven't written in a while. I'm glad tobe back and I hope to stick around for a while.
You are the soapbox queen ;) It's fun to climb up there sometimes. I don't fault you for it. I was tired as hell last night and just not in a very good mood so this is what spewed forth. 220 view(s)
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