The Stick

I’m a cold and heartless prick
According to those with a pointed stick
They poke and prod and wonder why
I act like that then try to hide
I am truly sweet and nice
Some times that is my vice
For I will not reach for their stick
or knock it away with a gentle flick
That would only hurt their feelings
And I hate to see others reeling
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Guzzi Avatar
December 29, 2013 at 11:46 AM
Yes it is unbelievably hard to turn the other cheek. Light & Love
Hapworth Avatar
December 29, 2013 at 3:36 PM
It is but usually the best thing to do.
Matose Avatar
November 1, 2013 at 12:34 PM
This is very very good rhyme. I enjoyed it Pal. Friend, JM
Hapworth Avatar
November 1, 2013 at 5:44 PM
Thank you, Glad you found it.
Koven Avatar
November 1, 2013 at 12:28 PM
Clever and somewhat self-defacing. If and whenever you need to act, you will. Gratuitous violence seldom accomplishes anything but pain. Allan
Hapworth Avatar
November 1, 2013 at 5:44 PM
Exactly. It was one of those days where nothing I did was right, but speaking up would only make it worse
Mehta Avatar
September 16, 2013 at 8:39 AM
Non violence is the best in any time in any part of the world, Adam
Hapworth Avatar
September 16, 2013 at 9:15 AM
It is :)
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