Your foreman is an asshole
He treats you like a rat
You take your anger home
And blame it on your cat
Feelings aren’t smart
They’re not even sane
Like a ping pong ball
Bouncing in your brain
Voice inside you saying
Your folks are always right
So you must’ve deserved it
When they beat you every night
Thoughts get jumbled
And feelings tangle up
Like a mess of rusty razors
Tearing at your gut
by Richard W. Bray
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