Let 'Er Rip
There are some who meditate
To help relieve their stress.
Others have a glass of wine
When under great duress.
I know people who calm down
By quilting, knitting, sewing;
Some folks get frustration out
By vacuuming or mowing.
There are those who nap or pace
Or sit and bite their nails.
Others do what I resort to
When each option fails:
It’s something I’m not proud of, but
When stress becomes extreme,
I get to someplace private
And release a blasting scream.
For only then, when I’ve let go,
Will I be feeling fine;
And then, to guarantee that fact,
I’ll have that glass of wine.
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