I stormed into my happy home,
 My mood was dark as coal
The stress delivered by my day
 Was fully in control.

Not wanting to unleash my wrath
 On those who bore no guilt,
I spied the pillow on my bed
 And snatched it from the quilt.

Oh, how I made that pillow pay
 For insults I'd endured,
Yet while I made its feathers fly,
 It never said a word.

I sensed my tension dissipate
 And felt my spirits rise...
But then I swear my pillow glared
 With deeply-cushioned eyes.

So now my stress is back again
 Because I cannot sleep
I fear my pillow might attack
 If I dare doze too deep.