A Spit of Anger

Do you think that just one spill
Will just about kill, all the pain inside
I write and write but it’s all in vain
For nothing can rid me of pain

I repeat myself all the time
I change it up, I make it rhyme
But no matter how many words
I pen down to this page
You won’t hear me
Until I’m screaming with rage

And I don’t want to be angry
I don’t want to whine
But if you heard me before
There wouldn’t be a second time

You see, my words are here
For me to twist and mold
And before you know it
It could be a brick you hold

This brick could be used
To build a house or a fence
Much like you, kind of useful
But also pretty dense

In making these bricks
I always come to find
I can never make the same two
Never once the same kind

So if by chance I’m still unheard
Try me again, I might do a trick
I’ll paint you a fucking picture
And then hit you with that brick