Sometimes trying to reason with you is like
Tying a knot in an angry bull’s tail.
Notwithstanding super-human efforts
I’m still doomed to fail
When you shut down, stop listening.
Turning your receptors down to
Mute the muse of simple logic,
Silencing her every sound.
I’m not sure just why I try
To meet your measure in these days
Of metered madness, inverse logic,
Wild untempered fits of rage.
Must be something in the water
Keeps me coming back for more.
Maybe it’s the Stockholm syndrome.
Maybe I’m your prize of war.
Big whatever! Keeps me trying.
Keeps me in your cruel game.
One more effort. Just one triumph.
One more angry bull to tame.
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