Anger

I had no electricity
at first
the zen in me remained calm
candle light was special
and poetic

I had been kicked around
like a soccer ball
between the energy supplier
and the strata manager
neither cared about
my defrosted deep freezer
and lukewarm refrigerator

fail after mistake
empty promise after fail
error after lip service
my anger surfaced

they started to receive
official warnings
from me
they retaliated with
strata by-law and ombudsmen
my anger turned into rage

I plotted to cause
the strata manager
to lose his job
the customer service officer
to be humiliated on national tv

then
I paused
to remember the difference
between
the outright angry customer
who screamed at the cashier
and
the polite cashier
who took complaints
day in and day out
eventually the passive anger
went ballistic to
gun down everyone in store

I finally realised
they were just a few
soggy frozen dinners
and wilted vegetables
I will have some wine
and write about it
rather than
follow through the plot to
destroy