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Poetry: Rage

by Volecia Plafcan

That man is coming to kill me

he's in a mighty rage

He'll chop my arms and

then my feet

and bloody my suit of beige

He has a mighty chainsaw

he's revving it right now

Why can't he take it outside

and use it on the cow

I'll hide here in this closet

hope he don't smell my scent

until he gets enrolled

in Anger Management


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