Anger

[Athos]

They say it isn’t healthy,
They say it isn’t right.
But I’m tired of being nice,
So now it’s time to fight.

But you can’t let yourself get angry,
Certainly don’t speak your mind.
You can whistle a thousand tunes,
But don’t speak unless it’s kind.

You’re kidding right?
This has to be a joke.
Here, let me help you,
Tighten up my yoke.

The only thing the meek inherit
Is a pile of shit.
By all means use the carrot,
But I prefer the stick.