Salt
You hound me for no reason
With much envy you’re consumed
You see my disappointment
Yet rub salt into my wound.
You pick on my emotions
Make me out to be a jerk,
You hover with a swagger
Comments passing with a smirk.
I hold to my composure
For I know I’m not at fault
Your jibes I will now take them
With a little pinch of salt.
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Salt Poetry Contest
Hosted by Anthony Biaanco
Awarded an HM
9th March 2021
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2021
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