In Avengers,The Hulk explains, he’s ALWAYS angry and that’s his trick,
The Violence, like growing pains, pleading you to not give a lick.
For those of us who deal with rage, we understand what he means,
Fighting to get out of this cage, perhaps before we were teens.
Our minds picture the axe on the floor, lethal intent behind its weight,
Glamorized posture through the door, fueled by something akin to hate.
The anger feels like power, pulsing with the edge of destruction,
Mental painted enemies cower, and we force a chaotic instruction.
To the observing eye however, our resolve leaves no doubt,
We tame it not to be clever, but to keep from HULKING OUT.
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