Rage
Where it comes from
In the pits of my soul
Letting it out of the cage
Mixed emotions of lost
I scream
The urge to lose control
toss that brunette in a dark gaping hole
I would tear her eyes from her head
I would shave him bald and beat him till he’s dead
I could kill and maime
And blame it on insanity
My love poetic justice
Well name of that and leave it for some bomb to find
But instead alleviate the pain with pen and paper
I heart wrenching rhyme
2001
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