My father was very irascible…
His desires were often impossible.
So he kicked the poor cat
And tore up its mat.
A small feline scapegoat alas-ible.
Losing one’s patience is commonplace
As the strong hit the weak in their space.
And research now shows
That giving a hard blows
Increases our rage and disgrace
Irascible has Latin roots
Dies irae is of the same suit,
It seems apposite
With the shocking French sights,
Murder spreads to destroy our doubts.
Irascibility is less than enraged
Sometimes our patience is strained
But our dearest ones know
We are not often so.
With a good rest, our patience’s regained.
If rage has taken over our lives
Then virtue will never thrive
Annihilation is our fear
And we feel it is near.
We fear we may not long survive