Quell that tongue,
those writhing lips--
you've gone and dripped black syllables
all over the freshly-waxed floor.
I won't. I won't I won't I won't
I'm gonna scream, spew noise
let it etch into the walls
and echo around the goddamn ceiling.
No mountaintops for me,
they can't hold this rage.
Bottle it up, let it fester
let it thunder let it seethe
condense and rain boiling fury
hot enough to melt this worthless world.
This is not how an adult behaves.
Be calm, collected,
content in serenity.
Relax, and please use your
No, no more inside voices.
No more hiding, speaking pretty.
I'm sick of you and your decibel limits
your political correctness
your insufferable polite pretension--
I am done playing nice.
Happy face please.
Turn that frown upsidedown
or it'll stick that way,
and then you'll scare the children.
What the hell is so wrong
about being angry?