Furious

Once again the fuckers won.

You know who they are –

The liars.

The phonies.

The ones who know how to shake a hand and smile.

The self-effacing ones with the secret egos.

The spineless.

The ball-less.

The ones capable of standing before a group

and presenting their argument with calm pathology.

The ones in big cars,

who care more about their children’s Red Wagons

than they do about mine.

The ones who will do anything,

say anything,

to get their way.

I am furious.

Boiling.

Ready to make war.

Ready to roll up my sleeves and let my veins bulge.

Ready to see blood.

Red and black and green.

Colors swirl before my eyes creating a most hideous effect.

Ugly.

Deep.

And dark.

Yes.