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seeing red
in this moment
I fill with rage
an anger so deep
burning my heart
my fists clinched
as a prize fighter
ready for battle
I curse and punch
from a distance
a poor bystander asks
"what is a matter?"
I scream something
of very little sense
I cool to a normal
I feel so foolish
the scene I made
the jackass I played
I can only shake my head
in an utter disgrace
and ask myself
what was it that angered me?
I fill with rage
an anger so deep
burning my heart
my fists clinched
as a prize fighter
ready for battle
I curse and punch
from a distance
a poor bystander asks
"what is a matter?"
I scream something
of very little sense
I cool to a normal
I feel so foolish
the scene I made
the jackass I played
I can only shake my head
in an utter disgrace
and ask myself
what was it that angered me?
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