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Oh the taste of salivary anger.
Look ahead at rage. All you see is danger.
I feel the heat on my skin it’s hell of fury.
Steamed like overcooked food. I smell fury.
If rage is what you hear, run away my peer.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Comments (5)
Anger can be quite cleansing at times. I think you captured it well Joe!
Wow, awesome!
Running with ya brother to a well done my friend 😊😊
This is a great piece of poetry and response to the given prompt.
Fabulous work!