
I woke up late
Began to contemplate
But was too irrate
There was too much on my plate
Not that I believe in fate
I feel locked in a crate
And forced to absorb hate
While told it’s a holy state
But I’m done taking the bait.
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.



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