I take my anger for daily walks on a leash of course. It has all its shots and likes to sit on my lap while I drive. It prefers reality television and triple shot skinny caramel lattes seldom made correctly.

My anger is well trained. It is mature and seldom shouts. Okay the last line may be a lie, but it is learning and stomps less but still enjoys a good sigh or huff. My anger can swear in three different languages. My anger can command a room and change water into wine. Yes my anger maybe exaggerated but its fancy and likes to show off.

I know my anger. I feel it before it says a word. I like to keep it in my pocket to protect myself from injustices and inconveniences. It is like a super power and always at the tip of my fingers.

My anger is justified and unreasonable. It is as complicated as a astrophysics. It is faster than the speed of light and can spread faster than the flu. Many times my anger makes an entrance before I do.

My anger HATES TO EDIT MY POSTS and got an F in spelling.

My anger has to go to bed now. NOBODY WANTS TO SEE MY ANGER TIRED.