Rage relents to the taste of copper
Originating from my own bite
Yawning now, the red masks my anger
Gazing blindly through my eyelids tight
Bellowing incoherent utters
I gag on the tang of words so yuck
Violently I start to stutter
Colorful language seemingly stuck
Ranging from the vile and vulgar
Or perhaps changing before my lips
Yelling morphs instead into whispers
Growing softer as my foul mood shifts
By the time my terse tongue needs taming
Involuntarily my fit folds
Victory over tantrum flaming
Colored stories thankfully untold
