Posted by: Ron DuBour | January 31, 2019

MY ASS IS COOKED~by Joseph Gnatek




Why do you get on every last nerve
then gather your cheering section
to claim I am absurd.

And leave me reeling for hours of misery.
(Or so it seems)

To languish in replay of reactions
Get across my lack of point

Why couldn’t you see me there
Sincere in misery
And not take pity
But rewind our time
To save me from myself

Instead you fire up the coal
To grill me oh so well done
To guide me into least favorite role
Of your fricasse in fun.

Copyright 1/30/2019 Joseph Gnatek IBS INK.

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