The Cataclysm
by Roger Russell
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confusion elevates her bawdry head
as a profligate vexing my existence
with rationalizations of my dilemma
I sit aware, but my demeanor
is discounted amidst the throngs
of discourteous brat infested melee;
forgotten in consequence.
all holdings aloft exist in disarray
due to cataclysmic natural phenomenon
where man is rendered ineffectual.
my airplane will depart late again.
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