The Sound of Fury

She was fit to be tied,
Angry to he Nth degree,
Seething in wounded indignation,
Loudly protesting
The worthlessness of
The man she married.
He was the cause
Of all her sorrows,
Or so she claimed.
If you listened to her,
He was as vile a character
As ever walked
The face of the earth,
A wicked monster
Who took sadistic pleasure
In making her world hell.
I think he left her
And that is the sound of fury
From a woman scorned.
It’s a common sound indeed.