A poem written in my angsty teenage years. Enjoy. Go do this, go do that. Temper temper. Relax. Don't get mad. Why are you here? Why didn't you do that instead? Breathe breathe, don't get mad. Do the dishes. But they're your dishes. Go clean. I've been working all day, you've been home all day - why … Continue reading Temper, Temper.