Because like the explosion of anger I get When I see some poem better than mine Everything is newly clear. It is new clear.
Or, not. See, I've been called careless. Delusional, a couple times. But do you think I give a **** about my silly rhymes? Or how about each person that's floated in and out of my life. Everything is very clear.
I want you to take the word "nuclear" Splice it and make it something better. I did "NEW-CLEAR". I'm angry. And no amount of heated words will satisfy the mushroom clouds in my mind.