Don’t Escalate the Aggravation

Aggravation feeds on itself...
Then worsens to acrimony,
And works itself up to vendetta,
At which point,
I'd wish you a splash of soap in the eye,
Or a stubbed toe in the dark,
Or brain freeze from frozen drinks,
Or leg cramps
(and no one around to massage them),
Or curdled milk that clumps in your coffee,
And pours as lumpy white sludge on your corn flakes...
Things greatly unpleasant,
But of no lasting harm.
Truth is,
It pains me to get worked up to vendetta,
So let's leave it at aggravation
And we'll still be friends.