Chips Poem by H Seeking
Chips
He has chips on his shoulders
Huge, enormous Titanium boulders
Trigger it with a word, a song a thought
Hours later for peace to be brought
Slowly they smoulder
And things get colder
When it was calm all along we sought
But mere ill will it wrought
Just need to get bolder
And thoughts together solder
Soon it will be caught
And never again will tempers be fraught
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