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Dear wall,

I’m  sorry for punching you last night but you did bite my leg before the game had even started.
It’s been a bad few days and perhaps, you know, I may have over reacted.
I’m sorry for screaming that word out loud before I tried to hit,
but the foul upon my foot, crushed every bone inside it.

It took everything I had not to rise and break the teeth,
of the moron with the muscles, whose brains are in his feet.
But I knew that he was stronger and I’m really not that silly
To pick upon the guy with the car but not the willy.
(what?)

So battered and bruised inside and out I unleashed my rage on you.
You took it well, you didn’t yell, inanimate and proud.
Standing firm as bone hit wood, the noise was that of THUD.
I withdrew, my head held low, my knuckles red with blood.