Frustrated? I know I am.

Frustration

If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.

But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they are still quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in Hell.

-- Dorothy Parker

There will be those who read this poem and think, "That is fucked up shit there." I prefer to look at it as a glimpse into our thinking. Thinking that we just don't admit to. Who hasn't fantasized about killing your bastard boss after he's just given you shit? Or is it just me... hmm...