Said Fred, the resentful Doorman,
(overworked and underpaid)
to Ed, the surly Foreman,
(overrated yet undismayed)
'I'll call you a cab, if you beckon,
you'll want a quick getaway, I reckon,'
and snidely sniggered,
under his breath, 'You're a hack!'
surprising the top nob on the job,
as, Fred had the knack
of insulting, without denigrating,
and yet, debating
whether to hold a grudge,
Ed decided, 'Yes,' but not a big one,
which he couldn't carry, as it wouldn't budge.
And altho', toe to toe,
the two did not see eye to eye,
so, trading barbed epithets
and loud expletives on the fly,
they let go at one another,
I don't know, so don't ask me why.
her mean-spiritedness detonates
unsmiling green eyes that narrow
and expose the crannies and
cubbies of her harsh mouth
amplifying sounds
of rage in her
honey tones,
sickly
sweet
hear about the angry flea
flitting about crabbily
it hopped on a dog
who fell in a bog
and both floated out to sea.
This acrimonious attitude
Comes about with the realization,
That any hope you harbor for meaningful change,
Has become nonexistent.
Charcoal colored eyes
mine have seen so much sorrow
Greiving in the past
my resentments won't subside
nor will my lover forget
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