Your cup is filled with
anger. Always a bitter
brew to be swallowed
Revenge will be your
soup de jour. It is a soup
that is best served cold
Disappointment sits
congealing on your dinner
plate. It rots the gut
Condemnation sits
aside the rest. Ouick
to jump on the plate
Deceit rounds out the
meal. Bits of meanness too tough
to talk your way through
Bigotry is a
bread that when left to rise will
over run the pan
Jealousy is your
just desserts. A green sour
grape confection bit
