Have you ever been really…really…angry?
The air is cold,
The sky is grey.
The barrel, hot–
Today’s your day.
The deed is red,
The thought is black,
And if I go,
You won’t come back.
I wasn’t mad when I wrote it. 
I was really just thinking about how it feels to be mad, and I kept coming up with colors, somehow. I kinda just went with it. Know wut I mean, Vern?
Not bad! 
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