There he was, all pent up
Anger, streaming from a red nose
Taking action, at least internally
Hopeful of a resolution, hopeful of a finale

All talk, came the taunt
All action was the response
Jumping from low to high
Octaves, the differential in appearance

Interference, run from the side of nowhere
Three, then four
All determined, all strangers
Making haste to complete this miracle

A boulevard filled with action
Ongoing attempts for control
One seizing power, another tempting fate
Quagmire of unintelligent garble

Arriving promptly, peace and love
Control restored by blue waves
No guns, no batons, less rage
Normality now the order of a strange day

Leaving happy, leaving sad, both just leaving
Carrying on with lives, so strange
Resolution unknown to all spectators
Flow of life continuing just like any other Friday