In a moment of anger,
I look at the sun,
and I wonder if it will ever deflate,
so, I take a bullet and I put it into my gun,
I take a bullet,
and in a moment of discontent, I shoot it at the sun,
and I, I am disappointed,
that the sun is still high in the sky,
and it will probably have the last laugh at you and I,
but I shoot my gun again at the sun,
and I in my anger and with my life’s frustrations,
and irritations,
I shoot rapidly and feel an adrenaline rush,
and the stress it disappears,
and I continue until my anger is totally gone,
a little unusual,
but shooting at the sun is better than shooting at someone.
