Maybe a nice cross stitch scene
Upon your lips
Will show you what I mean
Your cruel words are whips
The consonants and vowels
Released like excrement from your mouth
As the stuffy air fouls
Announce you’re flaccid north and south
You are a gutless soul
With a frozen heart
And truth be told
I’m why the kids are happy and smart
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Whoa. If words could kill, somebody would be in serious trouble!
I wish they could kill…ugh. He is nothing but garbage and like the trash, he is out on the curb.
Wow! Eva – you really ripped the guy apart 🙂
“…you’re flaccid north and south…” Ha! Ha! Ha! what a whack, this one 🙂
One more thing, dear – hope you manage to get some sleep. Luv and hugz for you, Eric
Hey Eric,
Thanks! Yes, anger got the best of me. And it is true, the good Lord didn’t bless him uptown or downtown. Trying to settle down for the night and the televison has me glued to it. Insomnia also doesn’t help matters.
Sometimes, letting the anger out can be good therapy, Eva, so let it all out.
in this case I did. Hopefully no more.
Ha ha ha ! Thank God. LOL!
wonderfully written Eva 🙂
I can relate it perfectly to someone I once knew…
Thanks Scott. It is another case of ‘better to write about it than to kill him.’ I would wind up getting traded for a pack of cigarettes in the pokey.
yes, I think those crazies in the pokey would like you too much 😀
Yikes….so I’d much rather not go there…I will stick to writing thanks LOL
very well put! I like the way you write !!
thank you 🙂
WOW! I’m blinking … this was …. Jesus… Don’t let me make you MAD!
Thanks…and hey, better to write a poem about it than actually kill him! 🙂
That’s my reason for writing a lot of the time, too! Just to get the frustrations out in a healthy way!
keeps us outta jail and keeps us sane
For real…. #kindredspirits
Glad to be in your company!
Wow, that is powerful imagery!!! You have a remarkable way with words.
Thanks…I was angry, obviously. better blog out a poem then smash his head in LOL
🙂