Extraordinaire

I woke up this morning feeling extraordinaire

Extraordinaire because my anger had returned

And let’s just say it wasn’t a pleasant reunion

It was anger that led me to burn my life by the both ends

It was anger that led me to explode for every little bump

It was anger that squeezed my heart and blurred my vision

And I wouldn’t know North from South

Whenever people tried to reach out to me

All I wanted to see was red and not yellow

To cut this story short

Anger was my fuel but too unstable for company

So I put it under lock threw away the key

And I started wearing a stupid grin everywhere

Receiving in exchange standing ovations

For how quick I bowed my head

But now anger is back

And I feel extraordinaire

It’s more than likely that I will hurt myself and others

Because man’s anger doesn’t do God’s justice

But I’m not a holy man despite my lofty goals

So I will keep my anger turned down low

Because it will be a pity

To set this world aflame

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One thought on “Extraordinaire

  1. You pour out expressions of life
    when you say: “All I wanted to see was red and not yellow…”

    As a personal letter, it reads, Jomul.

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