The Bull

I try,
I cry,
In vain.
A heart is breaking;
Soul shaking,
The very foundation quaking.
No justice to be,
Refusal to see,
Obvious pain.
My patience shattered,
Thoughts scattered,
Madder than The Hatter.
Mess with the bull and get the horns;
You were forewarned.

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