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Step Off

 
My Rage is in its cage
My ire not quite a fire
Like a thistle I bristle
I’m worked up not fucked up
I am at the station for aggravation
Hot under the collar but I don’t holler
Under my skin I do not make a din
I will not enhance my annoyance
My exasperation is like constipation
I am irate that you clearly irritate
I choke as you deliberately provoke
but my rage stays in its cage

My rage got out of the cage
I am on the path to wrath
My anger no longer a cliff-hanger  
I’m fixated on being infuriated
I have the fury of a hanging jury
I must engage my enrage
It’s no longer badness, it’s madness
Mind and body tensed and incensed
I am now a despotic, psychotic
My mind is hazier, I am crazier
It’s all gone south I’m foaming at the mouth  
I can't get my rage back in the cage
 
Step Off
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