Anger Management

Like a spark that brought up to life

Lighting away the gunpowder

Exhaling its last breath

It’s the last hissing a snake’s ready to charge

Aiming at its target, not minding its reach

Never in its whole life to teach

That life, it’s not as easy as lying on the beach

Yes I turned red

Not blushed

Red-haired woman

I’m sorry it’s not an excuse

To have ur coolness to come to use

It feels stupid, dumb ass, and crappy

Shameless it turns into a flow of feelings,

Not contained but expelled, vomiting a whole bunch of impropriety wording,

Not being able to contain this burst of anger, it pushes my blood up,

My head wants to explode, my politeness to erode, down to manly,

Rough expressions, unexpected moves, unexpected inclinations, sanity thrown through the window,

Why not using the hole house?

The kitchen sink

The woman, the lover, the girl,

The less it requires to move,

The less love won’t help to improve.

Dammed psychologist

That included on his list

Charging an arm and a leg

Of course including the fist

That stopped me from facing the diner

That fed thoughts in my head inner

Craziness a top

My sanity just popped

My eyes bulged

And my heart aged

My thoughts froze

My fist shook

Holding the booze

That braved me

To hit you again

And punch you until you feel my pain.