The Folly

Your politics become more berrating

As looking at you becomes more degrading.

Lying in expected compromise, I

Digress from the sullen outburst bulging out

From my guts, disturbing my digestion,

Nullifying my neurons, and lulling my

Lymphatics into a farcical state

Of security. This was a terrible

Idea; the end of my hiatus

Will charge me exanguinatingly, bleed dry

My fuel supply; oh, God, this was such a

Bad idea. Scatter brained and scar paved, the

End of my hiatus is the end of


Who comes back just to go away?