Well, me and the gang,
Are hanging out in rain,
Just doing out thing,
For awhile.
When along comes a fox,
Sparkled in rocks;
Stroking my locks,
I smiled.

Then out of the blue,
Appears this dude,
Calling out 'Sue',
As he ran.
As he's passing us by,
He mumbles a sly,
We 'wow' with a sigh,
'Who's the man?'

Well, he didn't like that,
And turns like a cat,
Chasing a bat,
All in vain.
Screams out 'Distaste',
While he's in my face,
Anger, his base,
And his pain.

Then I said:
'Anger? Anger!
What's the anger?
It's danger anger,
Causes a banger;
Blows open the heart,
Just for a start;
Oh, yah! It's danger anger,
It's not smart.

Patricia Piscione