anger and rage flow
and I don’t believe you really care,
you do it for fun, for the giggles
my unease is your sport; my sad face your trophy,
your life must be so empty
if all you crave is my unrest,
I’m sure I don’t I threaten your throne
nor do I charge against your attest,
I thought that you should know
that one of these days, soon,
I’m going to stab you in the eye
with your ballpoint pen; put that in your report,
I don’t deserve the way I’m treated
I’ve worked here for a while, longer than you,
my popularity here comes from a mutual respect
and that’s something that’s alien to you,
I sorry about my pen remark
but know this and know this well,
every man has a breaking point
just like the point of your ball point pen,