Oh the taste of salivary anger.
Look ahead at rage. All you see is danger.
I feel the heat on my skin it’s hell of fury.
Steamed like overcooked food. I smell fury.
If rage is what you hear, run away my peer.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Scones
Alright, let's not fuck about - here is what you need: Ingredients: 350g self raising flour 90g butter pinch of salt tsp of baking powder 3 tbsp caster sugar (or just normal white sugar would probably be fine) 175ml milk a squeeze of lemon a drop of vanilla an egg fresh strawberries, if they're in season Extra flour Even more flour Dried fruit (I consider this completely optional and usually leave it out)
By L.C. Schäfer5 days ago in Feast
Comments (5)
Anger can be quite cleansing at times. I think you captured it well Joe!
Wow, awesome!
Running with ya brother to a well done my friend 😊😊
This is a great piece of poetry and response to the given prompt.
Fabulous work!