RAGES (c) Jas Maddock 2001
When you got in one of your rages
One of those angst sessions lasts for ages
You procured the phonebook and said
If I was bad you'd throw it at me
But if I didn't irritate you'd just throw
A few pages at my head for your temper
To subside like it does at many times
So I got pages thrown at me from the
Phone Book. You ripped them out, angrily
Yet methodically, and I got yellow paper
In my face and yet I didn't get jaundice
But I got a butcher, a list of
Schools and hairdressers hit square in
The face.