Just Another Angry Man
Have you ever
met a man whose
every word fumes
with rage, a man
so conflicted that
he cannot stand to be
alone and
drinks to ease his pain, who
envies anyone
who succeeds in life and
finds fault
with his wife and children
and politics and
religion and everything
in between?
He’s not the same as you
and me, this
angry man; he seldom laughs
or cracks a
smile but snickers like he’s
in on some cruel
joke that life has played
upon the world,
and the more he drinks
the more vicious
he becomes, a habit he
cannot break
because it’s to his nature
to be obstreperous,
and he’s miserable
and lonely and
cannot understand why
the world has
turned against him, a
man who would
like to change
what he is but
cannot.
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