Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

To My Nemesis

You were mean to me in public, 
And you thought you had gotten by with it.
Because I did not scream or rant.
On social media I did not throw a fit.

In other ways, I got you back
For calling me mean words, for insinuating I’m a hack. 
But you have not figured it out yet.
I gloat in secret, running to my safety net. 

You may figure it out today, or maybe not at all
But I have the satisfaction of standing right and tall
Because you were the meanie who made the bad moves
And I am the hippie child with the cool vibe grooves.

I have my admirers, my followers and such
How much time do I waste on you? Not very much.

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L Milton Hankins September 30, 2021 at 9:05 PM Oh, wow, I'm glad you told him/her off, Caren. I have no idea who is treating you this way, and I hope I never find out! I have just gone through it here on Poetry Soup, but I have said my piece (as you have) and I felt better for it. You will, too. Caren Krutsinger October 1, 2021 at 11:31 AM It is fiction; people are almost too nice to me actually.

Ilene Bauer September 30, 2021 at 1:26 PM you know that i'm in your corner, ms. "hippie child with the cool vibe grooves!" to your nemesis, i say BAH! (p.s. i love being the city mouse to your country one...) Caren Krutsinger October 1, 2021 at 11:31 AM Thank you my friend; she is fiction - this was for a contest so I had to REALLY rely on my imagination.