On My Last Nerve

Old curmudgeons who poke and prod Acting like they are always near to God, Having nothing of value to do or say Admonishing me to kneel and pray, Get on my nerves, and make me mad, And when they go, I’m awfully glad. I do not admire their toxic attitudes, These geezers who truck in platitudes To think you, hypocrite, know of love Your words do not come from above! Criticizing our country, those who serve I say to you, “You have some nerve!”
Written September 24, 2022
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Krutsinger Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 12:11 PM
"And when they go, I’m awfully glad" This makes me smile.
Hankins Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 12:13 PM
Me, too. I have a feeling you enjoyed it. That's a good feeling for me.
Tor Avatar
September 24, 2022 at 5:44 PM
Great shout out Milton. I sense your passion in writing. We should always give thanks to the men and women who wear a uniform... Thanks for shring...
Hankins Avatar
September 24, 2022 at 5:59 PM
Thanks, Michael. You got it! Some won't, I fear.
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