My will cannot be broken,
at least not any more than it already is.
I have the strength of grape soda,
and nearly twice the fizz.
I shall rot your teeth and stain your clothing,
but I shall never yield.
I shall remain forever angry
and yelling at the moon.
With a Raised Fist
Posted by Dr. Hurley on May 23, 2011
https://snakeoilcure.wordpress.com/2011/05/23/with-a-raised-fist/
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