It took me a lot of swimming upstream
to make a friend of anger
to resist sour depression
to get angry at the real fiends
and fearlessly
stop blaming
myself.
I found my voice
and sometimes it
drips honey love words
and sometimes it
tastes sweet with
anger,
but it is always clear and tasty.
My anger is not bitterness
it's anger
it's strong
not whiny
not weary.
So, sonny boy
if you want to call my words bitter,
I say:
Go step on your own tongue
Suck your own flaccid soul
Jack off your own meager male emotions
(if you can find them); not mine!
Your opinion on my life is less than irrelevant
Go fuck your own mouth and
don't forget to swallow
when I come.