Virtual Rage

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?!!

Published by dustyplz

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.

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