Sometimes I feel anger and I’m not sure where to take it. So I write. Below are some angry poems to vent my frustrations.
I will not pass inspection on Thursday
Please accept my resignation
Your manic cleaning spree may clear out the cobwebs
and banish some crusty panels of dust
but the collected silences and
ingrained resentments between us
will not yield to your polishing hand.
Your soapy fingers scratching the surface
are no match for a decade’s worth of false pretenses.