The angry poet

This poem, stalking on high heels,
has just forgotten how it feels.
It asks the poet: "Do you know
what has been in my daily flow?"

The angry poet calls: "Shut up!
Stop talking now. There's no backup
of what you thought and what you felt,
not even in your ugly belt!"

That's why I struggled just in vain
and brought my brain in needless pain.