The room is a crowd
When I speak out loud
Just unruly
Spoken unduly proud
When I say it I justify
Then onto nullify
Just nonsense
In past tense
With all eyes on me
Never a clue as to who
I might be right
The point goes astray
But I aim anyway
The target in deference
Moves away
One day a riot
The next a lull
Eventually quiet
Hopefully done
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