To the f*** with tact I'm so damn angry Whats the use of tolerance When all of them shit****s? How can I forgive After forgiving for so long?
I'm tired of my three principles.
How useless they seem now compared to flamethrowers and sarcasm and cynicism stupid principles they've caused me this pit a black acid pit of pain and sadness and forever sorrow what use are my three Principles Paired with snobs and ass****s and idiots?
How can I ever be tolerating forgiving and tactful
Again?
For when the rage rage against the sun dies down I'm left empty A shell of broken dreams with nothing to hold but my mutilated Three Principles.
chiiyo's comments :
A flame war at one of my previously beloved mailing lists started this angry poem, which was a rarity at that time (the angry poem, not the flame war). I wrote a letter to the mailing list, and pleaded, as a last request before I quit the list, to exercise what I believed were my three principles, and explained that with them, many things could have been avoided. Even though I wrote the letter expounding the principles, there was an anger in me. I felt useless, and most of all, I felt that my letter had been useless, and that sometimes, my three principles were useless. And then, I wrote this poem.