Matthew Foor

Rookie (9-12-85 / Austin Texas)

Mr. Tibbs - Poem by Matthew Foor

There is a boiler
Down deep inside
In between my heart and ribs

Building pressure
Standing by
I named it Mr. Tibbs

This Mr. Tibbs
He has one goal
One of putrid pride

Take my anger
Ball it up
Cook it till it's fried

Mr. Tibbs
He keeps strong hold
Not letting anger loose

Therein lies a problem, bold
For I am choked by anger's noose


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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013



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