A Most Heated Hatred Of Volcanoc' Hot! Poem by Michael Gale

Go have a brew...
Or not too few.
Go and annoint the pain away...
Go and ang'st the heart stain to sway.
Go cool off with wash'nd head...
Then, aft' wards, go sleep, right away to bed.
A painful memory can fester and seeth...
Only ye, may put an end, to end it's easy breath.
Smother the flames of pained memory...
No longer harbor ill wishes among a family.
No need for a hated enemy.
No good will ever erupt from life's volcano of most hatred heat.