Frustration

If I had a shiny gun,

I could have a world of

Speeding bullets through the

Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had I some poison gas,

I could make the moments

Bumping off a number

People whom I do not love.

But I have no lethal weapon-Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!

So they still are quick and

Who should be, by rights, in hell.