All’s well

Good is a gross understatement
Better off is slightly worse
Who is this throwing his passion at me?
Who’s that who cries in verse?

Polarities of politeness have crossed
The barriers of sound
This man is barking incessantly
None of these strays is a hound

Such are the witnesses of our harassment
Such are those sick fucking friends
Such is this sadness of our lore
But all’s well that ends


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