Picking The Flowers Poem by Holly Jamestone

There’s no placating the angry
It’s a lose-lose proposition
And bitterness will find a way
To rip you to your core

Remember their rage is always nutty
Their deck is not completely full
Some heart cards apparently missing
Perhaps the queen of normalcy

Long after they’ve spewed their venom
You’ll be ruminating of
“What the hell happened? ”
When you could have been out

PICKING THE FLOWERS

(1-14-2014)
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