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The imposition of undeserved shame inflames a passionate indignation in the massed gases bursting towards explosion in my heart which, artless, jumps around with nowhere to hide. Striding the wire on the high lonely tightrope, I fight to recover my balance in the flak fired by his tiresome minions, each seeking to drop me, opportunistic in their open season for my humbling. With upturned daggers in each clenched fist, I listen with fragile temper, ready to stab the jabbing fingers, so quick to deride my pride as I cling to the basic rudiments of human dignity.      Beware my upper lip in snarling curl,      and read from it my battle flags unfurl.