A poem about tea.

The feasibility
Of drinking hot tea
Is quite slight,
During a fight -

But much better
When unfettered
By that obdurate rambunction
(The juvenile compunction)
To break silence,
Do violence,
With foot or with fist
(Whether pissed off or just pissed).

No one needs the disgrace
Of a red scalded face;
So just leave me be
When I'm drinking hot tea.