Caren Krutsinger Poet Rhyme

If I Had a Club

If I had a club I would beat myself over the head
I would fall into a heap, and be quickly and goodly dead.
If I had a gun, I would try to find bullets and a book.
To find out how to load it; to see if this is all it took.

If I had a pie I would smash it hard into my face.
I would crack my cheeks up, and become a big disgrace.
If I had a fish hook I would tear up my soft baby skin.
I would hurt myself quite nicely, stick myself with a sharp pin.

But alas, I have none of those things, and I guess you’re glad.
For you know it would hurt my mother, my uncle and my dad.
They are all in heaven rolling their eyes at this stupidity.
I am glad I don’t have these things; it saves little ole silly me.

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JC Brul February 3, 2021 at 4:00 PM Such a great way to unload negativity!! Great outlet dear Caren...More power. Caren Krutsinger February 3, 2021 at 5:34 PM My way works for me for sure

Robert Pettit February 3, 2021 at 7:54 AM Sounds like a suicidal poem. Good write, nevertheless. Caren Krutsinger February 3, 2021 at 12:45 PM I was in a ridiculously crappy mood yesterday. I hate paperwork and I got stuck doing it all day.

Kim Rodrigues February 2, 2021 at 6:16 PM Don’t hurt my sweet friend! A great musing though and an awful lot of hurt missing your loves ones! Caren Krutsinger February 2, 2021 at 8:15 PM It is sadly the thing we often do when we are hurting- we hurt ourself.