Allergic to Anger
I'm allergic to anger
Please don't put me in danger
Don't let it linger
You'll feel my stinger
Be polite, not rude
Don't take space anywhere
Applause isn't mine, it's for your skill of care
You know me well, and that I wouldn't dare
Because I hate the contention, any tirade
Thought I couldn't help it the way I was made
Turns out this is about the way I was raised
Anger gave me a bad reaction
Said this requires your satisfaction
Think I'll get away the minute it's done
That's not how this goes
How have I not yet learned
The truth should be more easily discerned
That freedom from you is seized, not earned
I'm allergic to anger
But now it's you who's in danger
I've got a stinger
If you let yours linger, you'll be allergic to my anger