This is the folder for all that angered, or depressed, or simply condescending writing I do. I used to have more of it, but a lot of things get lost in time. While this folder is closer to what I've written recently, it is not really up to the level of originality as I'd like it to be, though some of it is good. My own particular favorite still being "A Mild Addiction".

"You that haven't done nothin'
But to build and destroy
You play with my world
As your little toy
You hide in your mention
While young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies and is buried in the mud"

Excerpt of "Masters of War", by Bob Dylan