Boiling Rage Poem by Boston Kelley

How can I describe the extent of my rage?
For it wells up within me,
growing stronger every minute.
Oh, how furious my whole being is!
Every fiber of it quakes with red-hot anger!
A human bone would be a twig to me,
a car would be as light as a feather.
If I were a god, my wrath would know no end.
If I were a planet, my earthquakes would
shake like no other.
Have you ever met anyone else with more fury?
Is there anyone to match my frustration?
I am a bomb with a short fuse,
the tiniest mishap would set me off.
My patience is hanging by a thin thread,
the slightest irritation would cause me to snap.
Like the Sun, my fury burns as hot as its core.
It could incinerate anything in its path.
My aura projects hot, all-consuming anger,
it spreads with every passing minute.
How soon until it burns the earth?
Let it simmer and cool with time
Until its corpse is nothing but dust.