Sour Grape
It's my prerogative
to be pejorative.
Crass, grumpy,
and boorish to boot.
Like me, or despise me.
I don't really care.
I'll die.
None will cry.
My coffers they'll loot.
Take what they wish.
Every last dish.
Until there's nothing left,
but the bones.
Copyright © Peter W Iversen | Year Posted 2019
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