The Anger

by Bryan Lemaine

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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