Anger
lives in
a hockey
stick.
Everything
is bottled
in the stick
waiting to
explode
like a
tornado.
He wears
all red
like a
stop
sign:
bright
and bold.
When he is
angry
he lets it all go
by hitting something.
HARD.
He hangs out with calm.
For short seconds.
Just to start it all over again
Tomorrow.
Grade: 6
Bethesda, MD
Los Angeles, CA
Tim Green
To be a lawyer
My grandpa