Swearing, sagging, running late,
Wearing anger like a steel breastplate,
Mailed in malevolent hate
For everything about this day,
Helmeted by hopelessness, can't see the road ahead
For wishing my week or someone else dead.
I'm in need of intervention, or maybe jail instead.
Music gets me moving, and lifts the weight off,
At least for the moment.
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