Why sit around, mope, and be sad?

Sometimes it feels good to get mad

You're entitled to that; you've been had

It's a form of self-defense, it can't be that bad

But as it stokes anger's flames, they start a fire

Which I can't control as I desire

Rapidly it spreads, reaching for the fuel it requires

Setting my very being ablaze with anger's wildfire

That's usually when I do something rash

Saying something that turns a once good relationship to ash

It can happen in a second; it's just that fast

Venomous words calling the perpetrator to task

You might say it's the most destructive emotion

Which sadly sets most of what we do in motion

Stirring the pot creating quite a commotion

Not giving forgiveness its due by relegating it to a silly notion

Only to get fired up because I can't turn down the heat

Justifying myself because crow is not the diet I choose to eat

Leaving me in a snit about something at least every week

Crushing any chance of reconciliation under my feet

Then one day I picked up a bible, which said let not anger rule

It referred to it as one of the devil's destructive tools

Wisely stating that you should let your heels cool

Never in anger speak words which are harsh and cruel

Because this anger to the devil gives place

He'll be more than happy to show you how to get in someone's face

Of their own medicine then to make then taste

Why should the second spoon of anger go to waste?

So I would happily recommend

Bide your time, count to ten

Bite your tongue lest you lose a friend

Because anger will only destroy you in the end!