An experiment in creativity
My fingers are quick
And as I type
My blood pressure rises
Along with my hype
I cannot be quiet
I will not cope
When they’d rather give out blame
When they should be giving hope
I’m virtually raging
Trolling trolls
Typing the good fight
No matter what rolls
I roast and roil
Fuming with angst
And now I realize-
My fail!
My blunder!
What on earth rhymes with angst?!!
A thirty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cat (Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank