Defective Impulse Control
Like you feel the pinch throb
then consider procedure
Weighing the circumstances
Calculating the outcomes
But the plight beats
driven the wrong way...
You know not to
but then continue and finish
Then stop then restart
and continue and not finish.
Open endings are so...
What the pageant loses sight of
and the world claims to die of
What we provoke isn't enough
What we approach loses touch.
As lit flames cease to ignite
Our boiling point rises from the inside
and pressured rage exits to the outside
Which leaves us unable to administer regimentation
and then...
Copyright © J Hamilton Gist | Year Posted 2016
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