Josh Alfred (02/27/89)
Anger 2 - Sonnet
Thou art the submitted fanatic who need’st,
to build thine corrupted ego, superior.
My joy doth vanquish while thy ego feed’st.
Against thine displeasure I feel inferior.
I rashly hesitate to pacify thy inanity.
Stirred up in complaints about thine troubles,
thou blame my name or face thine own vanity.
Is thine or mine life a field of decrepit rubbles?
Correction is futile in utter decay.
What happened to thine amassed humility?
Thou should’st not destroy what thou create.
In anger thus you find disparaging stupidity.
Rally thine improvement with tools of mind,
Or be distraught with grim anger for a passing time.
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