We Just Need To Rage Poem by Mark Heathcote

I hear a harmonica and-think
You can't mimic my rage
I hear a Cadillac honking and-think
You can't wheel out your voice louder than me
I heard a heathen laughing
And I thought he's as loud-as-me
Go-get-him a bar-chair we'll share a brew two-or-three
Look he's fixing for a fight too
Because he's had enough joy the same as me
Now he wants to rage
And break a skull-or-two
We don't need brown vinegar and paper
We just need to rage!
Oh, I hear Jimi Hendrix, playing
And think Jimi, let's smash some chairs
We just need to rage!
Oh, I hear a June bug laughing at the moon
And think he's not deranged he's just out of touch
I hear Vincent Van Gogh, falls in love
With the first woman, he meets
Please don't abuse yourself
You just need to rage!
Well nothing changes it just fills me with rage
He cut off an ear and didn't
Go to anger management like me
Speak to a sounding-board bent on
Making your life even more like hell.