Choler is most diverse for some respond
To simple things with such rage.
A humour for which I'm unfond
And for which some slowly engage.

Hence, why so far apart these extremes go
For unknown reason.
Something I often wish to know
Arbitrary responses are common, like "the season."

And few seem to bear up the burden of
Though so many attribute love
To their charm and ability.

Why not so with Choler- is it that they,
Are so helpless to their creation?
Unable to see that what they say
Is their own determination?

It seems on the whole, wholly imperfect.
Why make yourself weak?
Why foolish words speak?
For choler I carry the least respect.