Fathers and rage management
This!
You must ignore now!
My son!!!
Having written down
harsh sentences,
Those unsightly words!
You have had an ugly temper!
Examining diverse paper
to counterpart
my old fountain pen
you hold in high repute!!
Searching notes
and running disputes,
And I think you wrote
Some raging thoughts,
An hour earlier!
When you were
very upset!!
Son!!
Angry at the whole world!!!
Nearly calling upon
hundreds able demons
residing inside you;
To rise,
To exit,
To go
out!
To inflict
Random harm!
To hunt down,
The snake man!
To suffocate him
with your barest hands.
Simmer down...
Simmer down
and I will be around!
Smiling at you.
While the paper
and the olden pen
and the ancient me
are fuddled!!
And you...
The master
of these sentences,
Relapsing to his
descent senses!!
Having registered
countless pains
to justify your "anger"
Stories of human trials,
Despairs,
Remedies, and delicate wisdom!!
Simmer down....
Simmer down....
The wrathful man!!!
Just smile and.....
Think of me.
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