Toast: Anger Slices

How would you like your toast today? With slices of lemon, or slices of cherries, or how about slices of anger? No? You'd prefer whipped peace? We're all out. I really do recommend the sliced anger. Oh, you're more into hug-butter spread? Drat! Only yesterday we had plenty of that. Now look, what's so repulsive about anger slices? They took a lot of time, energy, and repressed dreams to produce, so someone's got to eat them. They can't just lay around getting moldy after all that. Oh, so you think if you don't eat them, they won't be in demand, and all of the "wasted" time and energy can be spent on something more enjoyable? You know, some people demand anger slices, so we have to have them handy. We should tell them to try pleasant patience jam instead? Ha! That'll be the day! It worked in your home town? Where do you live? La La Lovely Land? Om? I've never heard of Om. Oz, now I've heard of that. Anyway, let me put it to you this way... I grew an awful lot of anger this year. Now it's all sliced up and ready to go, and I refuse to keep it any longer, so like it or not, you're gonna eat your toast with this anger on it, like it or not! Not? Well! Some people!!!