Saving Me
Whiners, complainers, blow hards.
I stay away from them.
Make an excuse
When I see them
Inching toward
Me
Some try to sit
Next to me at meetings
Demanding attention.
Everything is bad.
People have wronged them.
Their life is nothing but
Terrible.
Occasionally I listen,
But more often than not,
I move seats
Without an excuse
Because social norms
No longer have a place in my
Life.
I am all about delighting myself.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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