Emotional Explosion

Emotional Explosion                              October 13, 2004

Pent up anger finally boils over 

Onto the masses in the city below, 

Burning alive the little people. 

Is this real life, 

Or is it, as Queen suggested, a fantasy? 

I definitely am in agreement on one thing: 

It's an escape from reality. 

Dirty bitches roasted me alive for years 

Until I would cry for buttermilk, 

But not anymore. Nope. Never again. 

I harken back to my early childhood 

And recall my wrestling hero 

Absorbing punishment from his opponents, 

And harnessing that energy 

Into their ultimate demise. 

Yes, it is so easy to deal with the pain 

If you are a child and can conjure up toys 

To rush to your aid. Sweet bliss, 

And I laugh uncontrollably 

As my scalding hot fury melts away 

Any and all evidence 

That there were wrong doers 

In this, my very own personal king's court 

With a dire lacking of pithy explanation 

Of my emotional explosion. 

But then again, who needs that? 

Certainly not I.