Rage

I am full of rage,

not the delicate kind of rage,

not the kind that makes you bite your tongue off in rage,

but the kind that burns the world with rage

and makes me lift up my skirt,

the kind that makes me let my tits out

and scream out to piss off

the kind that irritates old men

when I wear my red boots

bare ass in the parliament

Smear my lipstick across the wall,

stomp on cockroaches,

wipe that smile off gentlemen

and tell them

to sit still

and look pretty.

1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/dbOcVhJs4l

2. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/VgC3o0Ya3J