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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