Anger

Twenty years

Of fucking anger,

Pent up inside,

Bottled for a later date you bastards!

I tried,

I cried,

I died inside

And you knew.

I fucking told you,

So you knew.

But still you piled and piled

The pressure on,

Laughing in your leather bound offices,

Drinking tea and Champagne

As I carried your load,

Knees bent,

Head down,

Determined to bear it with pride,

To never fail.

Until my mind gave way beneath me.

I should have punched your fucking lights out.

You arrogant, smarmy bastards!

You went on courses to learn how to destroy people

Who gave you everything

Except what you deserved –

Their anger

And their fist

In your overblow

Smirking face.

You bastards