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Comeuppance

The old word was comeuppance When the obnoxious got their due For animal-like behavior Better suited for the zoo. Now we simply chuckle with glee And say they had it coming Letting it go like that And walk away humming. Written June 3, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/6/2022 12:05:00 AM

I love this new world!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/6/2022 8:09:00 AM

Oh my, I figured you know this world. My granny used it. Of course, I am ten years older than you, so it could've been before your time.

Jenna Logan

Date: 6/5/2022 1:33:00 AM

Now, there's a word you don't hear every day. I know some people who should get theirs!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/5/2022 9:03:00 AM

Me too, Jenna. And some of them are right here in the pot!

Bill Baker

Date: 6/4/2022 2:46:00 PM

Light, but to the point. I like it! Bill

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/4/2022 2:47:00 PM

(chuckling) Just as I hoped it would be. Thanks, Bill.

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 6/4/2022 10:00:00 AM

Hi Milton love your comment to Tom this scumbag deserves all that you mention - another incident that comes to mind is the killing of those darling junior students at their desks and a teacher throwing herself in front of the killer, who was shot and killed herself. Shooting him was too kind for that monster. But what you say is true, in your second verse, people are becoming immune to brutality, a clever write, we have, are and will only ever be statistic. Hugs and blessings. Jennifer.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/4/2022 1:19:00 PM

Thank you, Jennifer. I appreciate your thoughts.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 6/3/2022 2:17:00 PM

Still waiting for dog Putin to get his, it cant come soon enough. Tom

L Milton Hankins
Date: 6/3/2022 2:29:00 PM

Tom, frankly, I hope he gets far more than comeuppance. I hope he has to look into the barrel of a gun knowing that his time has come. I hope they make him endure a little time to think about what he has done. Then, pow, right between the eyes! If it's cancer, may he suffer 'til his final breath, laying in his vile excrement. Nothing too awful for this scum,Tom. Nothing good can I wish him.