Jerk
What I ask is the point
To do what will disappoint
Why would you pour oil on a bonfire
When you know what will transpire
You actually enjoy being
The one always disagreeing
An onslaught of peppered criticisms
When no one wants your idealisms
You would bask in your own glory
While delivering a sad sob story
Public enemy number one
Never wanting to be outdone
Your motto is to never snooze
If you do you might lose
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts
Linda G Hill’s Stream of consciousness Saturday asked us to open a book and ‘point’ and write about where you landed. I arrived at a poem by Rupi Kaur …
let it go
let it leave
let it happen
nothing
in this world
was promised or
belonged to you anyway
– all you own is yourself
It inspired me to write this poem I called Jerk
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