Emotional ABCs: Anger
Storm out of office
ready to throw down in bars
fist through the window
Gets the heart pumping
fists clenched, blood at the boil
life pisses me off
Belly up to the bar, order a drink.
Can’t wash anger down with whiskey or beer.
Sitting at the bar and having a think,
rolling the hard stuff round in her glass, clear
it’s gon’ be a long night with a short fuse.
Girl can only take so much filing, fool.
Her cheap boss won’t go for digital news
Each day she files hard copy like a tool.
Clad in pencil skirt, nice pressed shirt, war paint
on her eyes, mascara’d to hypnotize,
draw attention from flab hid by constraint.
Skinny-minis giggle and theorize
about her underwear size–those bitches…
Slams back shot, punch out those office witches…
Ain’t got no problem
Need no anger management
I like a good fight.
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The “I” in this poem is not me. So worry not fair readers!
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for the A-Z Blog Challenge, get schooled in emotions this month.