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Anger poem--not to be judged, just my brand of poetry, angry style.
Written by: Spirit of Mirth and Mayhem, Kona, Achaean Ruff Ryder
Date: Wednesday, April 19th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
Anger anger
In my hair.
Anger anger
Everywhere.
Anger makes my hair turn red.
And wish that everyone were dead.
Anger wilts my lotus flower.
And delivers me from its power.
Anger makes me sacrifice.
Makes me the size of small mice.
Anger makes my life negative.
No, that's not how I want to live.
Red is not much better than gray.
I avoid it in every way.
My face shall stay
My face shall stay!
Gray isn't how I want it every day.
I fight the plague,
I beat the beast.
And on hot dogs,
I blissfuly feast.
<bow>
That wasn't quite as silly as I had planned on getting, but impromptu poems have a way of getting lost from your control. Fun anyway.
Love and snuggles and hangings and learning,
Kona Diamante, Ruff Ryder WHOA-O!
Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 246 AF.
Anger poem--not to be judged, just my brand of poetry, angry style.
Written by: Spirit of Mirth and Mayhem, Kona, Achaean Ruff Ryder
Date: Wednesday, April 19th, 2000
Addressed to: Everyone
Anger anger
In my hair.
Anger anger
Everywhere.
Anger makes my hair turn red.
And wish that everyone were dead.
Anger wilts my lotus flower.
And delivers me from its power.
Anger makes me sacrifice.
Makes me the size of small mice.
Anger makes my life negative.
No, that's not how I want to live.
Red is not much better than gray.
I avoid it in every way.
My face shall stay
My face shall stay!
Gray isn't how I want it every day.
I fight the plague,
I beat the beast.
And on hot dogs,
I blissfuly feast.
<bow>
That wasn't quite as silly as I had planned on getting, but impromptu poems have a way of getting lost from your control. Fun anyway.
Love and snuggles and hangings and learning,
Kona Diamante, Ruff Ryder WHOA-O!
Penned by my hand on the 25th of Daedalan, in the year 246 AF.