Outrage Fever

Outrage fatigue,

I’m sure I have it.

I can no longer be

any more outraged as

I’m already so exhausted.

I’m outraged into submission,

which is not giving up;

I just need a vacation from

this constant outrage,

a little break is all.

But I cannot,

the outrageous outrages

just keep coming, endlessly,

without any chance for respite.

We must keep vigilant,

and awake and… (yawn)… fight.

Something or other with the

whozzits and that whatsitzs,

that we have to keep shaking

our fists at because those

ne'er-do-wells need to be

put in something something.

I’m sort of a cynic by nature,

I’m a little bit nihilistic at times too,

and yet even I am fatigued by the

outrages the news exposes me to

Every. Single. Day.

Is that the goal I wonder?

To wear us all out to the point of

complacency and get us to merely

acquiesce to the outrages as, “just more

of the same, blah, blah, blah”.  

I mean, I want a nap, a nice doze,

a quick retreat to the quiet sanctuaries

of my mind, but it’s too outraged to make

any more space. I can’t move the fluffy pillows

over any farther. It’s too crowded in this angst room.

Outrage Fever,

I think it’s spread like a zombie plague,

and the only cure is it to lop off

its head so we can get some

damn peace in here.

Meh, I’m too tired to lift

my arm. Just eat my brain zombie,

Eat me.

Ha.

Vive la résistance!

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