By: David Yi

Anger feels hot as his red skin starts to flare
His cries of anger are loud like a warcry
The taste of anger is dangerously spicy, enough to make a man die
The burning smell as his fire begins to top
Big enough to be a volcano, buildings ultimately drop
Being around him makes myself become irate
He speaks with a loud voice and walks with emotions
He is angry and impulsive, something so tempting
He is mean and cold but oddly accepting.