Rage induced feedback
Crying out for mercy
Like uncle don't break my fingers
Don't snap my wrists
Lest you leave my instruments
Of expression hanging limply
And rob me of virtue,
Of grace, of sensual
Gestures through the arch of a letter
Through the moan of a vowel
I'm offering you feedback for after the rage building up inside of you
Comes loose
and boils you, and your enemies
Before your friends feign indifference at the mention of your name
Rage is best spent on creative activities
Like carving threats into thanksgiving turkeys
Or bedazzling your baptist neighbors new puppy using only red and black stones
This feedback is for you to think about how you'll spend the rage after witnessing how you've spent rage in the past
To make an impression, the expression of your rage has to truly last
By making something beautiful out of that ugly pattern you'd relied on
So take a paper and a pen
And let the rage drive fingers into motion
So that there's no notion
Of rage not spent wisely
Leave their eyes steaming
After they're done reading
Of the rights you've discovered
From them infringing on the ones you thought you had
