No commentary this time. Just an appreciation post. I'm grateful to take a break from political poems. Fringe politics may make one feel glorious, but that's only in your own mind. Little stories, kind poems, I find are the most enjoyable to read in the long-run. Too bad people forget sometimes. Fairy tales were meant to be enjoyed by children who would grow up.

To a kid, Rapunzel is a story about a prince falling in love with a princess. To an adult like me, Rapunzel is a guy sneaking into a girl's house when her parents aren't home. Still, this aside, I'll say Fairytales today seem made for children who never grow. Then again, it's why some stories are considered timeless and others not. It's hard to make a stories which serve both kids and adults.

Kept you waiting, huh. Everything you need to know's on the page. All I'll say is that this really is just a short story of 3000+ words compiled split into lines so I can keep track of what's going on. I've been writing in faux-iambic pentameter for so long that I can't keep track otherwise.

This aside, the reason why this one chapter's so long was because I wanted it to end at a place which felt like a real ending. I'll write daily, so I can update daily, but if the poem doesn't make sense at day's end, well, that's how you end with this.

I'm moving commentary to the page because apparently my commentary on "The Bachelorette's" too long for Neocities.

TL:DR for the Bachelorette. It's a great confidence booster seeing 10/10 guys be virgins, fighting over one girl you would never date.

This book feels like it's erring more into web novel territory than poetry. I might have to just make a new volume and give it its own title. "A Tale of Babel" is actually a pretty cool name for a romance set in the modern day.

The only thing keeping this poetry is the rhyme. Meter's been snapped. Meter can be anything I want.

Still, perhaps I should offer some tags for this poem: romance, slice of life, mentally ill male MC who may or may not be an abusive gaslighter... yeah those don't help. It's too early for a synopsis. I think I just want to write a comfy story.

i liek the Intrusive Thoughts AI!

Thank you, Didntask. I almost forgot I wrote the song. I just have to find some real musicians to sing it.

Presenting 52.06 - The Justice of Inequality... The narrator re-introduces himself and notes of how apocryphal the current poems are in relation to his tale, however he promises to continue it for the sake of his sanity. Following this, he makes a discussion of the 2024 election season, and a peculiar thought he had associated with it, that women should not have an equal vote to a man.

Description done... now for legal reasons I'll say I'm not a sexist. I just don't think votes matter, or any form of government matters, for so long as the people are evil there will be no good society. People under God, saves, not government. This said, according to Aquinas the form of government most suitable for a kingdom of heaven is monarchy.

This said, I was born in a republic, so for the sake of future generations, I'd prefer a republic over civil wars for ridiculous new governments only imagined in the eyes of men. In a republic though, it must be a serious discussion on who should be allowed to vote, since the concept of "rights" has been taken too far so as to remove the rights of others.

By both practical and moral standards, votes should be handed to people most qualified, people who have the most stake in what's happening to the country. Soldiers are few compared to the multitudes who could at any passion of the media could either be crying for peace or war, yet they're the wons sent to war by popular opinion. In an ideal Republic, those deciding war should be those who've experienced it.

Now, to end, I'll probably copy what's said to here. I also take back what I said previously. By modern definitions, I would be a sexist. Yeah, I just don't think it's good for girls to suffer as much as men. It's tragic. There's nothing powerful about being trapped in a cubicle, but, guess good men are short in supply also. Even then, not many wives were treated well in the home. Ah well, that's the fruit for you.

As a woman, I don't work in a cubicle to feel powerful. I do it to provide for my family. I have a very disabled brother, and I don't trust anyone else to care for him. So I maintain my financial independence by working a cubicle job.

Suffering is inherent in life. There's no way to spare a woman from it, as long as we're alive on this earth. Everyone is going to face the challenges and toils of life.

I don't know, there's definitely some women who work to feel powerful. Which is kind of stupid in my opinion, because it seems the only people who are powerful in our society are those with an obscene amount of money. And beyond that, I'm not sure if I believe in a God, much less a Christian God, but I do believe there is a greater and powerful force at work in this world that we'll never fully understand.

@elilenti, Yeah I guess that's true. When those around us fail, it's our responsibility to raise ourselves. It's just not ideal though, those who should be responsible for others to slack in their duties. There's no way to spare people from all suffering, but we do have a responsibility to try.

And humanity has no hope in eclipsing this force in power.

Ellienti, I'll also say you're doing a good thing in working for your brother. To provide for those we love is the only reason why we should work. This said, God's with us, whether you believe or not. Still, for your benefit, I'd recommend you look up some Eucharistic miracles documented by Blessed Carlos Acutis. Now, may God be with. You have a tough life. God will help.