I was ******
since I was 7

So I just enrolled in an anonymous class
My anger management instructor threw a chair at me

He was so mad that his big vein on his head finally burst.

"Jesus, Charlie. Did you really need to **** on the ground?"
Said I, to a silent apartment complex, which I later found out
was an atheist church before.
"The rent on this apartment is ungodly,"
I loved being dramatically ironic.

I was madly in love.
"I'm mad happy right now, y'all! BUT, I get a tad bit angry when I'm hungry."
I spoke too late.
"Yeah, I'd LOVE it if you would keep kicking the back of my seat."
I said this to myself
as if i were there
on a bus
with children.
kicking children.
I could tell you I'm not the sweetest grape in the bunch right now.
Nor will I ever be

i get it.
you're more frustrated than Holden Caulfield.
don't blame the taxes
for your poverty,
blame the suits who impose the taxes.
"Gosh **** it, my phresh new frames broke."
but her anger made her happy.

Jamaican me frustrated.

I was steaming with anger
I felt like
I was going to lash out
like a cornered snake.
I left like
the turtle I saw yesterday.
That turtle wasn't able to flip himself back over.