Origami Poem by Phil Soar

I TOOK TO ORIGAMI TO RELIEVE MY INNER STRESS
I COULD'NT GET THE HANG OF IT, MY ROOM WAS IN A MESS
PAPER LYING EVERYWHERE, ALL FOLDED UP AND TORN
AND LANGUAGE HANGING IN THE AIR, SO ALL KNEW I HAD SWORN

INSTEAD OF STRESS RELIEF, MY INNER MIND HAD REACHED A PEAK
FIRED UP, AND LIKE VOLCANIC ASH, SO THICK YOU COULDN'T SPEAK
AND AS FOR ORIGAMI, AND THE WAY IT MADE ME FEEL
MY FRAME OF MIND IS NOT SO KIND, AND MY ANGER NOW IS REAL