I barrel through the house
in a fit of rage
My son watches me
pound my fists
swear
slam the door
as he sits in his high chair
I tell him it's pointless
there's no use in trying
we're going to hell
this whole world is insane
but he just stares at me
and drools.
I stop to take a breath
and realize
he has a point.
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