When you let the sun go down on your anger,
You put yourself in mortal danger
Of losing your potency.
Of course there is much that irks you
But your calm does not have to desert you
Upon the roiling sea.
A gentle answer turneth away wrath
And steers you away from a regrettable path
To a different reality.
A cultural adjective need not describe you
For you have drank of a different briny brew.
My friend, be not salty.