Dog goD 8Hate (Grass Valley, Ca.)
Gross! This Irony
And today again - my mean
Conviviality - How I show affection
The lady at “the purveyor of
Assumptions” said hello.
I shoved my groceries at her
And said naught.
The war was on as she mustered
Her resources – subtle gestures of
Yea with nay tone, and, as she
Scanned my canned goods.
It is an old fight and I’ve encountered
Too many in these sly strikes at integrity.
I respond mean - the dignity stays clean.
Why? The insufferable ironies that lead to…
No ironies, someday.
(3/5/2009 12: 04 AM)
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