I grasp the silver thing in my palm so tight

Heavier than I expected, not light

My toes in the sand, I carefully place it my mouth

Not wanting to break my pearly whites

I lock my jaw and clench my teeth

Anger omits from me

With all of the fire i have in inside

I flick the prong and watch the tide

I feel my adam's apple ferociously slide

Up and Down it goes

In and out the waves flow

Vexation and Rage are in every note

Piercing sounds, boings

Anger is heard in my jaw harp!