Scolding, just, unjust, all sorts
Have inured my skin, made it thick
I am the favourite whipping horse
Of all folks, small and big
They think they can take it on me
All their pent up steamy excrescence
Nobody cares to hear me
If at all, they do with condescendence
I am everybody’s punching bag
Favoured punch for their laughs
I can’t afford to explode, so I’m tame and slack
Worst of all, my adopted philosophs'
Holds me responsible in every aspect
Oh, for a healthy ounce of rage, fight and self-respect!
6/7/2002; Direct into computer; 7.29 p.m.
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