Unit 044: That argument we keep having

I put my anger in a box.
Now and then I check its pulse –
it cools, it sets, I scrape it out,
wipe the sides – it’s nice and clean.
I put your rage inside a box,
I leave it be a day or two,
I wait a while, the heat is out.
I peer inside you meet my gaze,
I send a smirk — you throw one back!
Ho! What were we on about?
I wrap my arm, you slap my back.
Pff! Let’s have a pint, it’s done.

I put my anger in a box.
Sprinkle clean between each use,
always ready for the next;
Handy keep-cup for the angst.