Paper Bomb

I'd like to tell you all to go to hell.

I smile all polite

But you can tell

That what I'd really like instead,

Is to cuss you out and punch your head.

I'd like to pour honey all over your bed

And sprinkle it with ants

That would eat your flesh

But I subdue these base desires

And stamp out all my inner fires.

That smirk you wear on your smug little face

Makes me want to choke you out

And dance on your grave.

Look who's laughing now, I'd say...

But no!

I shut my eyes and count to ten

Then take a deep breath 

And start over again.

So many things I'd like to do

'Cause I am just so pîssed at you.

So don't talk to me just yet.

Don't try to play tough-

It's not a safe bet.

I need a minute to myself

So I can cool off and reflect.