It was a prescription & it kept his anger away-
But as time went on, his anger, stayed & stayed.
He complained & incessantly hounded all day-
Never happy at all – come what may.
He scratched his arms & made them bleed-
Like he was desperately trying to plant a seed!
He bit his fingers & all his nails too-
Fingers sometimes trimmed, but always in a stew!
He picked his teeth & rubbed his eyes-
He couldn’t sit still – no not very wise!
No longer prescribed & that’s just fine-
I’m not running to the drug store with scripts to sign!
He still has anger but smiles a bit-
I find him talking to the Lord while he sits.
Arms healing & fingers are not as much in his mouth-
But he still makes it known – he wants to go South!
Teeth now hold on to fillings- no they no longer come out–
Eyes not red & face in only sort of a pout.
Yes, it worked for a while, it accomplished it’s deed-
But I’m sure glad that he is no longer in its need!