Anger is a funny thing
I am temporarily rendered discoloured
Why should the clarity of unmasked events cause this handicap ?
The focus of all sourness past , illuminates your forgivable actions
Anger is not a funny thing now
Anger is a strange thing
I am devoid of simple prudent delivery
Right differs from wrong in no tangible sense
I act as I see fit ; unfit to act ?
Anger is not very strange after all
Anger is a complex thing
Why should I want retribution for sawdust ?
Why is it subjective to interactive secrets?
Why is it actively provoking dissatisfaction ?
Why is anger so simple in the end ?
