Because Nov. 23 until Dec. 22, is really Fall, I am referring to this as Un-Winter Cup |
As I slam the door The glass shatters and falls Like frozen ice pellets to the floor. Here I can let loose the roar And let the swearing ensue. Let the frustration run wild As every dimwit and arse have managed to find me And make my life A slow moving hell! From the pokie shoppers Who stroll arm and arm Stretched out across the isle I cannot pass, I cannot push I have remained.... civil. Until now.... To the drivers that can't make up their mind I slowly seeth and bite my tongue When what I really want to do Is run them off the road... But instead... I have remained.... civil. Until now.... Locked away in this room I can toss anything within reach And throw the biggest, baddest Whirlwind tantrum You have ever experienced. Throwing my body down on the ground Thrashing and scratching Swearing and pounding Until at last... A exhausted calm comes over me And as the tears dry up in pools under my chin I fall asleep Praying that I can remain Within the confines of societal expectation.... C I V I L. Lines = 36. I must admit... I do feel much better. Day 29 ▼ ** Image ID #1855238 Unavailable ** |