Having a satisfaction
of acquiring limited success
in my life, I rest in peace
in my shell, in private
away from the crowd.
When I am unusually pulled in
from somewhere, where
I have very little connection
with malicious intentions
my rage grows without bounds,
I feel like bashing them straight
on their face.
Those of whom I have helped
financially, morally, finding jobs,
securing admissions all done
by a phone call, behave strange
once the job is over I simmer
with anger curse myself
for having extended assistance.
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