Rabid Def Jam

Anger

is a gilded sword

One edge blunt

Gaping, like a cunt

The other, sharp

as a harp

It is a song for two

A bittersweet brew

A horse in the wild

Anger

It is a mob, in your head

A snake in your bed

Your Brut

Your chute

Anger is a cleaver

Bereaver

A crow

Too much snow

Up the windy climb

It is a trap

Anger

Is painted crimson

A bastard son

Anger


Is an unwelcome friend