RAGE
© 2003 Jeff Prince

Smoke curls ‘round her fingertips and rises toward the light
She crumples up another pack and curses at the night
And that goddamned clock, tick tock tick tock
Mocks her mournful pace
From kitchen wall to kitchen wall she runs a losing race
Dawn she hears his drunken keys clatter at the door
Kitchen knife behind her back she’s ready for the war
Anger breaks its tinfoil chains and flees its paper cage
Tat for tit the fuse is lit and explodes into rage
Rage -- make a girl forget about her raising
Make a boy regret the consequences of rage
Rage is coming down the street, rage is lying at her feet
Rage is knocking down the door, rage is bleeding on the floor
Rage is waiting in the wall, rage is running down the hall
Rage is underneath the bed, rage is howling in her head
Friends and family comfort her through the troubled days
“He’s gone,” she cries, “I’m all alone”
“It’s probably best,” they say
And just like that she smiles through pain and wipes her teary face
With the body in her basement she’s buried all the rage
Rage – make a girl forget about her raising
Make a boy regret the consequences of rage
Rage – make a girl’s blue eyes turn black with anger
Make a boy understand the deadly danger of rage |