It’s getting pretty deep, too much drivel and twaddle.
It’s time for our poetry boots to help with this obscene waddle.
I have two distinct sides one is known for shock and awe.
I grow weary of the hypocrites and their blah, blah, blah.
This pandemic has been hell, I’ve tried to connect each dot.
But I’ve seen another poet on a soapbox, bitter and being a snot.
Opinions are like stinky butts; everybody has got one.
Nobody is out to get you, so close your trap and just be done.
Yesterday I felt respectful, but today not so much.
You sound like a big baby in need of a tender touch.
Life is hard, deal with it and stop adding powder to the keg.
We have all been through a lot and would welcome a broken leg.
At what point in your life did you think your insults would be ok?
Maybe you should pull your head out and be mindful of what you say.
Most find me overly abrasive, but I really don’t care.
If nasty is what you want, then just keep poking at the bear.
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