poetry: mounting opposition

mounting opposition burbles underneath the surface,

some sick beast and all the rest.

that wasn’t what it was meant to be well supposed to ah all right then.

Yeah, I get it.

Meant to put it that way, in fact.
There aren’t a lot of other voices
clanging around in here.

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