The Anger

by Bryan Lemaine
(USA)


As I see the tears strolling down


His nasty indelicate face my mom


Howls my name as she’s screaming


At me I am just thinking to myself


He’s just a clever, malicious, foul,


Vile, vicious, despicable unforgivable


Little damsel as she was done I felt


I felt untamed as I screeched “out you


Little coarse inadequate boy!”

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