Anger

A poem about how I feel about my surroundings at work.

Coming to work in a bad good mood

Knowing I have to make a lot of food.

People have to nag

Even the a*****e that is a f*g

Wishing I could throw them on the grill

I knew that would give me a big thrill

Wishing everyone would leave me the f**k alone

Punch them in there face and throw there phone

I never did anything wrong but still I'm punished

Everything was going so well

But you had to ring the f*****g bell

Punch you in your head and run with haste

Pick you up and see how your blood tastes

Burn this place to the ground

How does that sound

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is a little poem that I wrote because everything was going to well but people have to be assholes and tell lie about you and get you in trouble.