Anger Diet for a Scorned Soul
I sat at my desk to eat a Danish of hate
As I sipped on some anger I got irate
Pounding away as the Danish settled
My fists felt as if I was pounding metal
My tummy started to roar with fierce
As I noticed the papers a hole I pierced
Lunch time came around and I needed to feed
As I bit into disgust my mouth began to bleed
As I gulped down some spite
I knew something wasn’t right
I ran to the restroom and out came a beast
So dangerously wicked it loathed and feast
I walked with resentment and wore it with pride
Whoever would walk I made sure they cried
Dinner time is here, Served a bowl of revenge
As I demolished a plate so I can avenge
Three meals a day is all you need
This diet right here will sure do the deed.