Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

The Attila In Me

"So how are you today, Hun?"
I always picture myself in terrible armor when I hear this.
The Attila in me wants to run her through with my sword.
I look behind the couch.
Not there.
I look under the couch.
No.
Could it be stuck on something?
I find the sword three days later,
when I'm not in the mood to
even use it.
So what good is it anyway?
Which is why I
have trouble with the
cheapness of bullets.
Give them all the guns
and permits you want,
folks, but each
bullet should cost about
$100,000.
The Attila in me picks up the sword.
Got to go.

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Pandita Sietesantos April 29, 2018 at 7:02 PM Caren, you are such a warrior and I admire your great tenacity! This piece is an awesome reflection of your strength and spunk! Hugs. Pandita Caren Krutsinger April 29, 2018 at 7:05 PM Thank you Pandita. I pretty much flay my personality onto the paper, so you have me figured out, my friend!