All I need is a rage room./
Four white cotton walls to deflect the anger./
A sound proofed locker/
Never judging the cries./
Glass to put my hand through,/
Sugared for complete protection/
But still producing a satisfying smash./
A dummy to punch in the face,/
To kick and snarl at,/
Like an unchained wolverine./
Get in attack position/
And pull it apart./
Breath slows down/
No harm done/
No one dies/
No bad headlines in the morning press.
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