The Teenage Rage
The day of a warm summer
Is like the sound of
hot chili peppers
Coming from a
teenage mouth
Their faces both
bright red
From the heat they
both contain
A whiff of them is
like a daze
One that is always
in a wave
Yet, just one little
taste
Could make a blaze
There are many
phases
In their roaring
rages
Like the sweet,
mild, middling, hot, and dangerously extreme ways
Their tempers rise
in swift stages
Never from their
appearances
Does one reveal the
explosion upheld inside
From mere peaks to
boisterous blasts
It’s always all the
craze
Either chilling out
with mace
Or watching a
chilling flick with
It’s always fun to
chill and taste the allspice of our adolescence
And their crazy
craves to bit into chilliness
By sparkling20their
powerful chili powders
Upon time as our
chiliastic ideas come into play
Our world comes near
the end of a wend
The new generation
will pepper up the world with words
Of
hot spices and strong taste of a fresh trend
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2009 by Azra Hussain
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