I have lost my reason too,
I'm never proud of anything
Which angrily I do.
When I have walked in anger
And my cheeks are flaming red
I have always uttered something
That I wish I hadn't said.
In anger I have never done
A kindly deed, or wise,
But many things for which I know
I should apologize.
In looking back across my life
And all I've lost or made,
I can't recall a single time
When fury ever paid.
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