Anger

By Chris Roush

Anger

Anger is a red volcano

With a fiery passion

Burns hot and molten

Short, sweet and ashen


Destroyer of all things

Red hot heat of rage

The power of kings

This day and age


The taste of smoke

Touches ones tongue

And you might just choke

Might as well be hung


For anger is the end of us all

So count to ten or in the pit you fall