RAGE
Feb 22, 2021
My wrath, my will, and a matchbox
That’s all I take along this route
And light each of the stick to guide —
Lightens the path all the way through.
Some obvious burns would make it rough?
And how many will I outdo?
You see these feet! They are damn tough!
I swear they will outwear these shoes.
You say I’ll get what’s overdue
If I swear not to lose my cool
I’ll better have a salted bruise —
I’ll earn with rage; that’s all I choose.
