Anger
Being betrothed to anger, a sorry wife,
Inspires words, often verbalized in haste.
Anger pilfers joy, devastating your life,
It seeks soft targets, and lays them waste.
Collateral damage invariably is found,
Even the blameless, have charge to pay.
Slain or injured ego's too oft abound,
Knowingly perished by this bedfellows fray.
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