Somehow, he found my last nerve,
ripped it out of my body,
threw it on the floor,
then jumped up and down on it.
I've been told I don't suffer fools gladly.
And, as the days grow short,
as I mark days in black between now
and the beyond,
I suffer less gladly.
At this rate,
I'm sure to become a misanthrope.
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