Teenage Rage

June 1, 2009
By azra hussain BRONZE, Hercule, California
azra hussain BRONZE, Hercule, California
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The day of a warm summer
Is like the sound of hot chili peppers
Coming from a teenage mouth
Their faces both bright red
From the heat they both contain
A whiff of them is like a daze
One that is always in a wave
Yet, just one little taste
Could make a blaze
There are many phases
In their roaring rages
Like the sweet, mild, middling, hot, and dangerously extreme ways
Their tempers rise in swift stages
Never from their appearances
Does one reveal the explosion upheld inside
From mere peaks to boisterous blasts
It’s always all the craze
Either chilling out with mace
Or watching a chilling flick with Cayenne
It’s always fun to chill and taste the allspice of our adolescence
And their crazy craves to bit into chilliness
By sparkling their powerful chili powders
Upon time as our chiliastic ideas come into play
Our world comes near the end of a wend
The new generation will pepper up the world with words
Of hot spices and strong taste of a fresh trend

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