Anger drips like a faucet
with a worn-out washer,
Drip
Drip
Drip
Driving you batshit crazy
until fury is achieved.
You take a goddamn pipe wrench
to the blasted fucking
instrument of torture.
Don’t forget to cut
that endless motherfucking
supply of drops
to drip,
or when fury tears off
the goddamn knobs,
rage will arrive
and say
fuck a bunch of dripping-
I’m roaring through this bitch
until everything
is drenched
in these godawful
traitorous
drips.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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