In just four short lines, the poem treats anger like a place you move into and get comfortable in. The speaker says anger "made a good home," which sounds almost cozy, and that's the unsettling part. Anger isn't presented as a flash of rage but as something familiar and welcoming, a habit that feels like safety.
The last two lines turn this into an invitation: "come to dinner vexed / and walk on lead." Anger becomes a host that feeds you, but the price is control. A lead is a dog's leash, so the person who keeps showing up irritated ends up led around by the very feeling they thought belonged to them. The title, "Anger addict," backs this up: the speaker sees a craving, not just a mood.
The tone is dry, wry, and a little self-mocking, with a quiet warning underneath. The poem doesn't shout about anger; it shows how easy it is to settle into it.