IN MY MIND.

When anger and rage

fill me to the brim,

I swim.

I Dim the lights

in my mind

and forget about being kind.

I let loose the bind

and scream until windows shatter;

soaking in the music amid all the clatter.

I batter up, gripping a few pounds

of molded steel and I swing,

on  e v e r y t h i n g.

There’s a ping against the glass

before it breaks.

The ground beneath me

begins to quake,

fueled by my loathing

for the fake,

those who give

just to take.

The purpose, is in the mess I make.

I dent the walls

of bathroom stalls

and punch holes

through all the halls.

Balls bounce

all around

thudding out

a very distinct sound.

Bound by the pulse

in my chest,

racing as

I bash the rest.

Dressed to kill,

I obliterate computers,

smash lamps

and scatter paper,

waiting for

my rage to taper.

I chuck every stapler

and burn all the money.

No one but me

finds it funny.

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