TEMPER DEFY
You think you have the right-of-way
To dictate all we do and say.
But our free will
Is living still,
So we resist your power play.
Your temper flew and disappeared.
What happened next was rather weird.
How we grew strong,
As we belong,
To see your childishness premiered.
"Now who's the grownup?" we inquire,
Baffled by your silly ire.
Here on our feet,
We stand complete,
And watch your rapid rage backfire.
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