Grudges Do Not Work For Me
I held a grudge 'til four o'clock
And then I watched TV.
Remembered it at nine.
It very much hurt me.
Took grudge to bed and nurtured it.
Next to my favorite pajamas and pillow.
Added a bit of exasperation and sass to it.
Bigger now, it scratches me rough like brillo.
Took it out and shook it every hour.
Woke up in a terrible bad mood.
Sad I had allowed it all this power.
Glad I fed it no food.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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