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| Dialogue Abstruse |
Dialogue Abstruse
Every morning formulates
Dialogue abstruse,
While Logic slumbers.
The to-do list erupts,
Foams chaotically, and
Shouts orders without priority.
The needs-fixing list
Seethes abruptly at
All the defunct remedies.
Then past failures seep in,
Bubbling up random sermons
With no outline or theme.
Reluctant Logic awakens
To the sound of Job’s wife screaming,
“Curse God and die!”
Ulcerated and burnt out,
Logic gathers the toxic spillage
And cries, “Everyone back to bed!”
