HULK

July 2, 2008

his nerve tight leashed i feel quiver
slowly inching, clawing its way out
the stags and its hooves, no longer pounding
tummy butterfright nowhere in sight

warm blood surges, rushing through his vein
cool heads to settle this temper berserker
all fears forgotten and guts upswelling–affliction
the one morphine to calm his rage

hush your raging anger, suppress your hostile will
this thing will lead you nowhere, your deed your sore defeat
revenge is sweetest without recoil
but wise it is to wave retreat

a groan of frustration, a sigh of dismay
annoyance–the crap that feeds your rage
not a way to do it just watch it rot away
straps all over you escape is just farfetched

so how do i save you, i have not one a clue
the system failed, displeased you and you i just can’t blame
just hush your raging anger and talk to your sane self
i know we can pull through this if we just play their game