Dad's Anger

Anger is killing you

It's painfully thrilling too

The angst that you aim to just kill all your painful moods 

Sawysto a lengthy tune

of heinous dark language

that stains who you play it to

It feels good doesn't it?

To steal real loving with

nothing but otherworldly gutter-grit smothered in

faces of others who wonder what trouble is

Double up running your unwitting blubbering

mouth to another young runner who's shunned from it

And when they're all gone

You'll wonder what's wrong

Under impressions of blessings gone missing

Lessons from listening to stress that you're on

are left beneath pissings and moans that you've drawn

Stretched to new lengths is the anger that calms