It's percolating from below.
If lava ain't allowed to flow,
you'll see something more abrupt.
One day, it must erupt.
A pompous, boring oration
continuing without cessation -
trying to listen to what he said,
a fly has landed on his bald head.
Trying to suppress thereafter,
impossible, you burst into laughter.
An injustice, and you start to boil.
It seems like such a heavy toll.
As...
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