BBQ flavored bubble gum

Gripping my sorrow by the throat
strangling it so that anger does not blossom.
Sand bagging a wall so that the damn
of self control does not break.

Straight jacket my self into meditation
and counting to 20 by 1/4 counts
filling my patience with stones
so that I won't pace the floor.

Fingers fidget to burn my antsi-energy
tieing them so that they won't say anything.
I don't want my tongue to step on toes,
so I fed it BBQ flavored bubble gum.

Super glue my eyes shut so I can't see
that which stirs and boils the anger in me,
For I am domestic, I am not wild
till I see the death of an innocent child.