Sometimes
Sometimes....
I think that I might be allergic to life...
Like, every sarcastic remark,
Like every rude response,
Like every eye roll,
Every rebuttal,
given about every infraction...
Isn't me being snarky or difficult,
But an allergic reaction.
Like every angry, eye twitching response, is just another allergic reaction inducing verbal retractions...
And, no....
I'm not under duress.
I'm not overly stressed.
I'm not pressed for time,
Or any other mess.
I'm just allergic...
to b.s.
I'm... allergic... to b.s. ...
I'm allergic to YOUR b.s.
And.... there's no cream, to rub on it...
Nothing to take, except maybe gin & tonic...
But, that might make my tongue wagging skills...
Super Sonic.
So.... I just tried meditation,
To stave off the imagined decapitation...
I mean deportation...
I mean confrontation...
I mean... to better focus on my salvation.
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