This took a bit longer to write than I thought it would.
In part that’s due to the constant disruption going on at the moment.
This isn’t good writing. It’s very uneven in terms of use of language. It gets the point across, but it could be better.
I hope you enjoy.
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A need to loosen is met with disjoint
And so rigidity continues and increases
There is no calm and no quiet
Despite all desires
An incessant blaring hits the body
As some force their will upon others
Without thought of concern
They continue their blasts
A need for rest reaches out
Though its voice withers away
Among an encroaching mass
Of an other’s disruptions
Stupidity Hole 