Anger is such a subjective affair
Some it upsets
And others don’t care.
But when he said I was old
He let me downÂ
he left me in the cold.
I thought well that is that
I’m going to shoot the twit (ha)
But when I eventually calmed down
A smile replaced that awful frown.
And with a bit of directed invective,
Which is another affair
That can be quite subjective.
I went for a drink
And a bit of a think.
Then I decided it was a bit of a farce
So I got myself drunk.
And fell flat on my arse.
Nothing new then!