Angry fellow, looking for fault
Erratic sleeper turning fitfully, balled fists in dreams of violent complaint
Out of sorts and in love in difficult times
Inarticulate reason, copycat of the family that is dull
Don't know why this hate holds hands tightly with white knuckle angst
It doesn't bring comfort but neither does it bring grief
Affection gives you jolts like a bloody nose
And you have to tilt your head so it doesn't ruin your edge
Contentment has more than one hole to plug
Busted up patient - too late for the hospital
Love and caring not enough to extinguish a four alarm fire
Hard to get and hard to hold and satisfaction is always just out of reach
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