Seldom do I blow my top
But every once in a while,
Myself I just cannot stop,
And I’ll let it rip in style.
To get a word in edge wise,
Don’t even bother to try,
‘Cause when there’s fire in my eyes,
My tirade you’ll not get by.
Yessir, I’ll tear off a strip,
And though I’m not really proud,
I can’t seem to get a grip
And man, am I ever loud.
Now it feels good I must say
Just to watch some moron wilt,
But afterwards I always pay
As filled I am with bloody guilt.
Though I suppose I’m like the drunk
Who with a hangover he must pay,
Yet in the moment who’d have thunk,
And hell, tomorrow’s another day.
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