My shadow side

Loading software onto my computer
is not very
poetic.
But when my screen freezes
for the fourth time
I recite a poem on the spot
that rhymes with:
buck
fit
slam.
A feral animal is released
inside of me
and I loathe everyone
who has ever
existed.
I want to say
regrettable things and punch
my husband.
Later on that day,
I am filled with shame,
not for my outburst
but because my shadow side
is so
banal.