We 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 listened to 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 need to rage!
Oh, I hear Jimi Hendrix playing.
And think, Jimi, let's smash some chairs
We 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 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.