Silently slouched in a boiling brood.
Cuddled close to manufactured moods.
Slowly seething in infuriation,
Engulfed, entranced by imagination.
Watching, writhing, Elephants dance.
Let it go? Not a chance.
Provoked pouring two cups of tea.
Come now, sit and sip with me.
Boiling, bubbling, searing flames.
Hemlock, hate, two scoops of blame.
Cheers, my friend. I raise my glass,
To take a taste from the past.
Just like booze, a brew of blues,
Fired up I light the fuse.
It ignites my agitation.
I gladly guzzle exasperation.
Sour scowls, for the pain I cause me.
I huff and I puff without pausing.
Temper, temper, to my displeasure.
I can’t stop cause I’m still tethered.
Made me mad, now dodge the daggers.
A sober stupor, I start to stagger.
Angst and anger are the fists of fear. I proceed to punch the near and dear.
Pre-planned pain that’s self inflicted,
Carry the grudge cause I’m addicted.
I pound the poison and love the lie.
But if you don’t drink, then who will die?