Tuesday, September 4, 2012


Whence does anger come?
Bloated toad of rage,
Married to ugliness,
A shame to see it age.

Seldom justly fueled,
My selfish needs unmet,
Didn’t go my way today,
Is that the excuse we get?

Consuming ball of flame,
Everything destroyed by storm,
Water it down right now,
Before the waste is yours.

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