TENTATIVE
Anger is a sudden gush of blood
Clouds the eye and reason
Goaded prodded nudged and pushed
To the surface it does rush
Seldom in such rush of blood
Our thoughts and words go off tangent
Sudden rush of love for some a protective hat we don
Suddenly we spurn others spewing malice and scorn
Every word and actions we read as slight
Every pause and in silence we fight
When anger clouds our sense of reason we mock others for every reason
We defend what we claim as ours and insult those we see as others
We pride and fancy strange glories and taunt and insult where we thanked for small mercies
Rude and snide remarks me make selfishly for ourselves treats we make
All occasions we percieve with lens whats in it for me to take
When anger houses in our heart we seek every reason for pot shots.
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