I grasp the silver thing in my palm so tight
Heavier than I expected, not light
My toes in the sand, I carefully place it my mouth
Not wanting to break my pearly whites
I lock my jaw and clench my teeth
Anger omits from me
With all of the fire I have in inside
I flick the prong and watch the tide
I feel my adam's apple ferociously slide
Up and Down it goes
In and out the waves flow
Vexation and Rage are in every note
Piercing sounds, boings
Anger is heard in my jaw harp!
