Hold the anger and spread sweet praise.

Thickly spread like mayonnaise--
(freshly applied from side to side)--
served with a dollup of love,
praise makes our hearts shine.
Everyone likes it,
everyone wants more,
and one never tires of it,
praise raises spirits.
Lavish it on, light or heavy,
it holds many things together
(sandwiched between slices of normality),
praise is free but priceless.
You can keep it to yourself
or share it with the multitudes
it is of little use unshared,
praise those deserving.
Let it ooze, spill all over,
never cease to be there,
in our hearts, souls, everywhere,
praise thrives, fertilizes.
Oodling globs of sugary goo
just to force our way isn't right;
say it sincerely with clarity . . .
praise is a salve everyone needs.