ANGRY

April 28, 2014

Outrage is gurgling without end at me,

Blazing an entire in my heart,

Making me blaze with wrath,

I have great motivation to be furious.

I just wish,

I could make them pay,

Put them through,

What they did to me.

Outrage is wrecking me,

For I'm recklessly determined to requital,

I might love to dispense,

My own particular equity,

In any case I cant.

Displeasure Bubbles away.

Like a washing sound,

Of the waves,

Like a stream jabbers,

Displeasure takes a hold.

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