Like Cyn, I read this aloud. Several times. I am not a gesticulator as a rule, but I found myself pausing and physically reaching on each of the capitalised words, making a gap into which more words came, silently. The words that were necessary to make it make sense. To me. Other people will have different words, different hooks on which to hang the anger.
I could put my words in and scan them into a conventional sonnet. But if I did it would be a different poem - and an utterly conventional statement of the bleeding obvious. So I won't. But you could if you wanted to.
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