Angry (Feet), a beat poem by tim minchin

Sometimes I get a bit angry

But you couldn't tell, no you couldn't tell

Unless you looked real closely

Sometimes I get a bit angry

But it's alright, yes it's alright

Cause I keep it out of sight

Inside, deep inside

I breast fed 'till I was nine

Which my (quack) Doctor says is fine

And he, also says I deal with anger better

If I wrote about myself in a poem or a letter

My mother was a (stupid bitch) caring lady

She taught me all I know

Although I was a little slow, she never gave up

She never let me (slut) down

Although she spent a lot of time at the neighbors house

When my dad was out of town

I didn't walk 'till I was 7

Or talk 'till I was 10

But neither did Napoleon according to my (quack fucking) Doctor

Who has certificates in frames to substantiate his (dodgy, fucking) claims

My father left my mother for the love of (poontang) another

And I have a (bastard) brother

Who I've never really known

Because me dad moved up to Queensland

And he doesn't have a (bullshit you fat fuck) telephone

In primary school I had trouble making (ashtrays) friends

An issue which has become somewhat of a trend

The origin of which I can not pretend does not perplex me

Although my (quack fucking) Doctor says it's cool

And that loads of (fat prick, shut up I'm not fat) Kids at school

Have problems with communication

And that of course some medication would be wise

And combined with more honest self expression

Could help me with my issues with emotional repression

And at 180 bucks a session

I think I'll take the (thieving fat bastard) chap's advice

I quite like (porn) photography

And books on (guns) history

And I'd like to be a (politician) vet

And I feel as I get older

I'm more in control of my violent tendencies

And when I die (kill) die

I'll have no regrets

And I feel that all this writing

Is really (poofy) Exciting

And my (quack... fucking) Doctor would be proud

Because I feel a lot less angry

And I'm saying stuff out loud

And I'm letting anger out

Like today in our last session

When I taught the (quack) a lesson

'Cause he said I'm not progressing

Said I wasn't moving forward

So I said"Let's see how you move without your fucking legs"

And I tied him to his chair

And I pulled out my machete

And I listened to him beg

And then I cut his fucking feet off

While he laid there bleeding

I used his feet......... to kick him in the head

hahaha, tim minchin is funny. im out

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p.s this isnt a post of how i feel, just that this is a funny guy, so you should youtube him