day TWO HUNDRED (of this bullshit)

Rage

rage
the timbre
of the time

too impatient
you flash
around my left
turning right
in front of me
as the red
blends with green

rage
the song
he sings

fighting
for the lane -
with one
flash from
his gun
he steals
her youth

rage
the chorus
clangs

with no
restraint the
narcissist
thinking he
is the
King of Kings
enraged by
the truth
literally
physically
destroys the
Free Press

Rage, Rage
he sets
the tone

are we
on the
road to
destruction

one Child
Man can
destroy the
building we
have built

--Thomas R. Thomas