a poem

I wrote a poem about someone today, a certain someone who pushes my buttons.

An angry little man, who always has a smile,

And angry little man, who will only last a while.

An angry little man who will not lift a finger,

Unless pointing at another man to get out of trouble.

Always speaks his mind,

Never subtle.

 An angry little man who always takes the credit

And never gives it, not by check, cash or debit.

An angry little man who holds a big fat grudge,

will someday hear the hammer of a little angry judge.