To be useless
In the tupperware state.
Nothing to be done
Save refrigerate.
Blood boiling,
Stomach churning,
Ever-willing to
Exaggerate.
The soft contours
Of life
Can lead one
To believe
That nothing
Is at stake;
That the noblest
Emotion is hate.
Step back from the abyss
Which yawns so great;
Step into a void
That nullifies Fate.
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