Temperament,
You diabolical
Disposition
Of peculiarity,
Pulling or pushing
Unpredictably,
Confounding
My postulation
Op purposeful state,
I could but hope
This not be my fate…
Temperament,
You an instrument
Of reactivity,
Able to incite anger
In wrathful manner,
Ensue with sorrow
Beyond the matter…
Temperament,
You have me blocked
Waiting in the shadows
Like a helpless hock,
I search where to begin
Wouldst find to stay,
One’s temperamental way!
Poetry on a canapé 
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A sadly difficult emotion to learn to control for they who are plagued with this two-edged sword. Jean-Jacques
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