It’s outrageous this outrage
that has raged for so long,
outraging the outrageous
rage.
Appalled at the apathy,
apathetically appalling
actionable angst, antitheses
to amity and amiability.
Broke down broken hearts,
beating in bullrings of
bombastic blathering,
bludgeoning bureaucratic bedfellows.
Seems sense and sanity are
shipwrecked
on some silent shore, unseen by
passing sailing vessels whose passengers
are seduced by social shuffleboard.
Outraged over whose turn it is
and starting fires in protest
over the rules, the game,
the shifting ocean currents.
They’ll sink the ship rather than
right the ballast, claiming outrage
is the only sanity when confronted
with perceived inequities.
Below decks, the steerage suffers,
while the upper decks burn from the
fires set by those in lifeboats,
rowing
to the next ship.
They row, outraged there’s no
outboard motor, to speed them along.
As the ship sinks below the seas,
unsalvageable.
Outrageous.
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