Hit on the head

One who is hit on the head
And spews venom no end
Nothing works with him
No reason no sense

What made him so
The company he keeps
Did someone mistreat
Or the twist of fate, it is?

Leave such one alone
To cool and recollect
And get back his sense
Which he had before

Keep words from him
Lest they are lost
Like a blank shot
All noise no mark

Anger and hatred are poisons
Which hit one in the head
Nothing works with him
No reason no sense!