It holds the pen above the page.
Turns the key to endless rage.
On lands of gender, race, and thought.
Conversations tied in a knot.
Sputter, spit, fall to the floor.
Causes, pauses, ire galore.
Boredom guides the trollish hand.
Lemming-like, we join the band.
We dance and follow, you and me,
over the cliff and into the sea.
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