Posted in English poetry, Mindful

The Boiling Inside


I can’t stop the urge,

To throttle kick and spit,

Scratch bash and slap,

Yet rather I say it be,

A slave of invalidity,

The chauffeur and the “D”,

But alas cannot be,

While others roam free,

Just give me the moment,

To c the torment,

Whilst the loser,

Tastes the hanger!

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