Irritated

I've thought about it quite a bit. Just what could get me in a snit? I'm sometimes sad and often glad, But seldom can you make me mad. Road rage does not apply to me. I follow the rules, let others be, Take no umbrage at another's rudeness, I smile and over-look his crudeness. Though when my files have been defiled By a virus, that can get me riled. I'd like to be the judge and jury Of the fiend who put me in this fury, By causing me this grief and pain For the fun of it or his own gain. I'd throw him in a cell to stay, Lock the door and throw the key away. If that's not punishment enough, I'd open his files and spoil his stuff. Written for Michael's contest