Anger tastes like cold sharp metal, full of iron and strong as shit. Anger tastes like blood when I bite my tongue. It tastes like blue cheese. Overwhelming at first and then completely satisfying. Nothing compares to the satisfaction of blue cheese. Nothing touches the confirmation of anger. It is perfect satiation. Anger tastes like shame. It is too sweet. It is the last slice of french toast peeled out of the syrup on a thick diner plate. It turns my stomach. It tastes like sour orange juice, sharp with carbonated bitterness.