Anger

Just an abstraction of anger. Is it rational? No, but Anger rarely is.

Asking the inevitable, waiting for kisses,
Not knowing where, o b*****d of my missus.
Granted there's nothing; but then why so obsolete?
Everywhere looked, absolutely nothing to meet.
Rage building up, quite simply for that; pretty soon...

I might crack.

Author's Note

Hi. This poem was brought to you by the letter A.