What Makes Me Angry Is
Stubbing my toe on the corner of the bed
Hitting my thumb with a hammer
Someone misquoting something I said
Can really fill me with anger
Paying through the nose for cable TV
Thousands of channels they say
Only to find there is nothing to watch
Day after day after day
Walking into to the kids bedroom
To find it all a mess
People who pretend to be listening to you
When they really couldn’t care less
People who walk right in front of you
And then just suddenly stop
Now that can really irritate me
And get me blowing my top
I must admit that in the past
To punching the odd hole in the wall
But anger is a negative emotion
And it can take its toll
Because now I am almost bald
I think that most unfair
But that is what you get
After years of pulling out ones hair
Lots of things still make me angry
I could go on and on
But now I just take a deep breath
Count up to ten. the anger soon has gone.
Copyright © Gary Wayne Hill | Year Posted 2013
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