Free from You Rant - A Poem about Anger
Graffiti expressing feelings . . . .
April is National Poetry Month!
Celebrate National Poetry Month by sharing a poem or reading others' poetry! Try a rant, like this one I've written. It could be very therapeutic. #11
My Rant
I am sick to death
Of all of you—
Traitors and liars,
Backstabbers
And any other bad name
I can’t think of right now
Or was taught better
Than to say.
Better than you sorry s.o.b.s
Who schemed behind my back
And never asked
Or gave me a chance
To defend myself
And what I was doing—
And doing RIGHT—
BECAUSE I was doing right!
Right, true,
With a clear conscience
More than anybody can say
For you conniving
Selfish and mean,
Idiotic fools
Who will get
Everything coming to you.
My loathing for you
Is only outweighed
By my great pleasure
In not having to
Look at your smug
Self-righteous faces
Another day of your
sorry, pitiful lives.
Faces I wish would
Turn to stone
And disintegrate
Into nothingness
Or the ice cold
part of hell
Like the one
You tried to put me in.
You mother…No, I won’t
Defame such a name
But just know
That anything I
Or any other says
That’s ugly and crass
Is not too low
For the likes of you scum.
What you thought
Was punishing
And righteous
In casting me off
Was actually
My greatest blessing
My salvation
My release from you
I will survive
With truth on my side
While your turned up snouts
Will drown you
In your filth
As Karma or God
Or whatever comes back
To get your sorry asses.
You thought you’d beat me
But in pummeling me
You only secured
A well-deserved hell
For yourselves.
For I am free.
Free from you bastards
And free from guilt.
Free at last.
Something you will never be.
Free of yourselves.
At least I have that.
You damn a**holes, mo fo,
Sh**head losers!
May you rot in the hell
You created!!!!!
Okay, now I feel better.
What do you think about ranting?
Does it make you to feel better to rant?
© 2012 Victoria Lynn