The fight is nearly over. So, huzzah, And may the poor relationships created By the long and ne’er insatiated Anger at the coming coup d’etat Be satisfied, and healed. Too many fights, Too many times that I’ve been called a fool, Or called a friend an idiot (the rule That governs a discussion on the rights Of any opposition in debate About an issue none have very well Accomodated, mastered, given hell In any way correctly, being hate And hating their intelligence). The end Is nearing; all your fighting words amend.
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