SlaMiNG thE KeYS WIth mY InSOLent
PisSED ofF FInGerS
DaMn tHe MAn!
I'vE GOt SoMETHinG to SAY!
I sAw YoU GIVE the FiNGer
FRoM yoUr GeOrge W. BuMpeRSTicKedED HAtE maChIne.
I don't knoW you
OR WHy yoU BrInG me RAGE
So I wRite the AnGER down
HOping to Find meaning in its presence.

By the Time the Poem is finished

I realize the rage is gone.
slammed from my fingers
into a free-verse atrocity.

04/07/2005

Posted on 04/07/2005
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