Rage.

I......rage.
I rage at everything and everyone,
I rage at weather, I rage at the sun.
I rage that I never have any luck,
I rage at all the women I want to fuck.
I rage at people that think they're  so smart,
I rage at my cashiering job at Walmart.
I rage that colleges teach general Ed,
Not the shit you want to learn instead.
I rage that I cant drink till I'm 21,
Yet I can drive, smoke, and shoot a gun.
I rage that I can play state lottery, but I cant play slots,
I  rage that I can smoke a cigar, but I cant take shots.
I rage at cops who think they're great,
They're all fucking pigs in every state.
 I rage at our useless president Obama,
Who thinks he's appeased us by killing Osama.
He's made the country worse, and isn't soon stopping,
He's presented our heads for the chopping.
I rage at actors and celebrities that do nothing and get money,
While we work so hard for so little it's not even funny.
I rage that I rage... and finally...
I....rage.

So there's a brief little insight to what the blog will focus on. Mostly rage.

- Mr Bedlam