rising in my head

boiling my brains

with burning thoughts

of him and her and them

who hurt me in one way

or the other

and I want to bring them all

here to my courtyard

and tie them

to my two coconut trees

and smash their heads

with a sledgehammer

and my heart beats

like a drum of war

reminding me of every scar

inflicted on my mind

and I am now riding

my black stallion

thundering off to battle

my sword is out

and again I kill

I cut off the heads

of my enemies

both old and new

and when the fighting is over

I make it a point

to drink glassfuls of blood

of those wicked foes

who caused me pain in my life

and slowly my rage

begins to lessen

my blood calming

my mind starts to rest

my heart beats in peace

and my breathing and I

return to normal.

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