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
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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