Rage of Fumes

Lock stock and barrel,
There I stood,
Staring at his, two smoking barrels


But I am no Guy Richie
To be directing the shot
Cut, it’s a rap, re-take


Stops not momentum, gboshie!
His gun fire rides on solid air
Gravity has no say


To stand idle watch being defied,
Echoes of the sound titillating
And that was just his voice


Spitting out from gobs, jibes .
Stood in cold winter,
Watching his mouth, his nose


Letting out steam of rage
Like a steam train on high, blowing off fumes
His rage felt inside bottled, exploding out


Cho co chaka cho co cha kaaa!
Like a bull on the charge, He flipped
Caution advised, stay out of his way


There I was, stood there looking
Baffled in intriguing stands
At his two smoky barrels


Oh, how long in hours glass
Is he going to go
On and on and on


To have become, his unpaid therapist
In anger management
Let it go mate, just let it be