Frustration

If i had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had i somg poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
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 well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.

Dorothy Parker