were matched by voices
frayed from mad,
straining assertion.
No silken words
could stem the tide of
enthusiastic
bludgeoning,
now well advanced,
and the insipid pleas
of the well-meaning
buffoon wringing his
beautifully smooth hands
from a safe distance
were lost in the
happy uproar of
righteous murder.
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