There're things one can't mention in public
Alone some things have no logical fabric
And some lonely thoughts are tragic
Aint no smarter way in rush hour traffic
Than patience, otherwise the end's horrific
Patience's a virtue: it's terrific
The lack thereof, is demonic
For that, this generation's an a moral pandemic.
@15 December 2022
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