Angry Alice

Anger becomes a drug Becomes a fix An addiction Anger is easy to eat Slides down your throat Melts on your tongue like butter Sits in your stomach like glass Anger is cold Like ice Or like liquid nitrogen Looks cold until it burns Anger is hard to fight Easy to hit Hard to bruise Anger is a friend of mine A best friend if you will Nothing stands between me and my anger I buy her clothes and dress her pretty I feed her crooked smiles and rubber bands I let her lay in my bed And go to my parties And sometimes, I let her talk to my mother And sometimes, I let her talk to me And I let her live her life Like any good person would Or bad person would I have a friend Her name is Malice Like Alice; But Angry.