Glad I had eight hours of sleep from a rough night.
Enough energy to jump on my motorbike.
I’m ready to drive on the crowded highway.
Ready to face the fumes and loud horns like any other day.
But trash-talking drivers are hard to elude.
Repeatedly banging their horns like drums.
Shouting and giving crude gestures, how rude.
Even knowing were stuck in traffic jams.
Neatly ironed attire does not matter.
To a pompous fool who gone all-nighter
And thud against my coffee tumbler.
Now I smell espresso when it tips over.
Inhale, exhale, that’s all I need.
I cannot be angered by all they did.
I need to control the fire inside.
No matter what, I need to survive.
I continue like any other day.
But office vamp took my elevator throne.
So I was forced to take the stairway.
Thought it helps me maintain my tone.
As the day depart and we all set,
Overtime has chosen me to be the bet.
My boss blabbers about rushing the report.
Cheap trick of getting praise by using my effort.
Now the manner is fully fuelled.
The cage I kept lock is now ruined.
It makes me work in godspeed mode.
I could not let it out to explode.
Breathing technique isn’t the option at the moment.
Letting it out my wrath will wake my urge to kill.
So one red line is all I need to vent.
Three marks on my chest, enough to be the deal.
