They take the piss out of their own ignorances. A constant mockery of their own self-centredness. They fall around like drunken clowns of stupor. Dancing to a fast worldly rhythm. With no respect for those that want to move at their own pace. Out of control to the point of self-destruction. Never caring who they hurt. Sitting in pubs and feeling sorry for themselves. Its pills and thrills all around. But their faces are always covered with secret masks. Showing their misguided and misguarded anger and frustration. They always like to make it difficult for themselves, and others. Shouting and screaming to get attention. Fussing and fighting about their jealousy of others. Demanding a prize that is way out of their league. So let us watch the drama as it unfolds. From the balcony of protection. Perdition of the cruel is coming fast. The Furious can no longer wait.
Sir Markus Furiae.
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