All I need is a rage room.
Four white cotton walls to deflect the anger.
A sound proofed locker
Never judging the cries.
Glass to put my hand through,
Sugared for complete protection
But still producing a satisfying smash.
A dummy to punch in the face,
To kick and snarl at,
Like an unchained wolverine. Get in attack position
And pull it apart.
Breath slows down
No harm done
No one dies
No bad headlines in the morning press.