The Rage Borry

This day sucks I wish I could turn the page.
But instead, I’ll take a borry of rage.

It’s the kinda day that’s full of unnecessary stress.
When I finish this rage dump I’m not flushing the mess.

You get treated as if you have no brain.
Let’s see them try and clean my poo stain.

The anger had brewed a frightening dump.
Explosions were heard as the bog exited my rump.

As to why today is bad I won’t name any names.
Let’s just say like my rectum this place will go up in flames.

Pure Pooetry

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