Resentment seems a heady drink
When the first few sips you taste,
And you start to dream of sweet revenge
And putting a fool in his/her place.
But with a mind so full of hate
You get a draw of the best;
For even in victory your cup
Is filled with bitterness.
More often than not he’s/she’s unconcerned
And goes on to something else,
While the seething nectar you drink in
Harms no one but themself.
Let me of “guidance” in any frustrating situation.