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A Fist Full of Rage
A fist full of rage
A mouth full of “fuck you”s’
how else should I be?
here I am, mismeasured and out of date.
born out of shyness and excuses.
what are you drinking for when you should be eating this up?
how does it feel to look inside my mind? can you see the clutter and mess?
can you see the obvious systematics of my personality formulated from insanity?
completely ironic to the views we put on it. crazy or not here I come. touch goal, touch base—head up, here I am. read me again, punctuate my soul, see inside me for error and when you look me up in my dictionary you’ll find a blank page.
