Angry In Deed

Poets are angry.
All over the world.

Life's roaring downpour
in springtime showers
penetrating and piercing
parched, eager soil.

Anger over
how things are.
Laughing for what
they could be.

Poets are angry.
After all these years,
the poets are still angry.
Angry in deed.

William E. Tickel DC.

(Note: The reader may substitute "chiropractors"
for "poets" in this piece, as both are concerned
for the rhyme and reason of life.)