So, in the end
I told my anger to my friend,
and he gazed down from
his superior intelligence
saying in a loud voice
that anger was a vice,
a destructive emotion,
violence a primitive notion ,
and neither should be allowed
to linger within and fester
“It makes sense!” he said.

At this point I am afraid,
suffering from schadenfreude
and surfeit of good advice,
I left my friend behind.

I made up my mind,
sought out my foe,
told him my anger
and hit him very hard
upon the nose.

And to tell the truth,
my anger did depart,
along with one tooth,
and I felt better.