Rage

I need you to write, be it deep or trite
No ordinary folk on this page
So, spill your guts and rage, rage
As said the sage,
Against the dying of the light

Kick butts, spill your guts
I don’t fuckin’ care
Just don’t stand and stare
I wanna be reeling from your feeling
Kick me hard in the nuts,

I want to hear your authentic voice
Give me the choice
To listen or to laugh
Or to be told to fuck off
You make your poetic, prophetic noise
 
For I’m conceding my heart is bleeding
Torn by the scorn
Of false priests of perdition
Of the lying politician
Free me from the beast, I’m pleading

Though your words be humble
Yet let them tumble
Onto the page, full gauge
Unedited rendition
Show no contrition, don’t mumble

Rage, poet, for fuck’s sake RAGE!