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Anger was ecstatic 

She’d found a new toy

This one was a gem

It gave her such joy

Her toy was like putty 

In her hands

She made it change

All it’s well-laid plans

She flowed over it

Penetrated every pore

Until she settled

In its very core

Under Anger’s, directive

Her toy lost perspective

And bought a gun

And yet she wasn’t done

She ripped out many sheets

From its existence 

And at her insistence 

It shot itself 

In both feet

To let Anger possess you

Is a mug’s game

Turn your back to Anger

Go on!

Put her to shame

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