Snit Fit
Psychologic patterns putter past
teary temper tantrum
abruptly altering an afternoons'
magical moment
fostering feathered friends.
You yawn
in indignant imitation
of outrage only
how humorously
ennui envelops
your yelling
tantrum to trek toward
some stark stumbling
angst anchored
by bloated bile.
When will we
clamly converse, crocodile?
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