Pinocchio tantrum

I’m not supposed to rant

I’m often told I can’t.

I froth, I moan, I pant

but still your gaze recounts me.


I want to complete my screaming

You calmly ask the meaning.

I am not so subtly leaning

against this baseball bat.


You quirk a brow in humor

You pain me like a tumor.

Having a conscience was just rumor.

If only it had remained so.


I’m not supposed to falter.

Lay my sins upon this altar.

Around my head a halter.

You lead me right to water.


You make merry at my cursing

laugh at my lips now pursing.

This fate is not reversing.

This firmament seems familiar.


You test me and employ me.

Will either save me or destroy me.

But just now you annoy me.

(Yea wee bastad.)