Futility In Grapes of Wrath
Grapes of wrath despite the fire
In your bosom they burn
Can’t coalesce or coerce pressing problems to retire
Alongside frustrations and disappointments in the urn
That your world turns upside down
In lean times
That your pillow eiderdown
Limes in slimes
Raining from your eyes tears
Like fast running river water
Currents whose spears
In their sharpness batter
Your self esteem
To smithereens
Screaming and bouncing in stream
Screens and pins
From your delightful past
Have swollen
Doubt bouts cast
In stolen, crestfallen
Seesaws when your morale squeals
In its full span
Deals and reels
A regret van and pan
Floating and showboating
Restraining the anger
Clear, ***** and nearby flying and floating
Pangs and gangs of hunger
Wrath can’t cure
Your dilemma conundrum despite its cruelty
Skewer, pure and sure
Peace of mind of the variety
That a level head
Without raising temperatures
Or ruffling feathers on a boisterous bed
Achieves in brand new conflict resolution cultures.
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