Walking On Eggshells
I’m not putting up with this s###
Always offended
Always the one in the workforce
Always playing the victim
Troublemaker
Just downright stubborn
Treading on water
Walking on eggshells
Anything to set them off
Push them over the edge
Your fired
Looking for the negative attention
Feed their insecurities
Probably in their 40’s and 50’s
They need to retire
Put on a happy face retard
I don’t have time for this
Childish behaviors
Put your big boy pants on
Stop whining and complaining
Grow up
And get to work
I can’t wipe your ass forever
Do the work your-self
Tip toeing on eggshells with a shut lip.
Crack, I heard. At my back I got a smack.
By daft accident I step on one. Why?
For spitefulness, I screamed and slammed the door.
10/4/2022
just for funny I live alone :)
Walking on eggshells,
with left-over scratches,
Brave little chick
into the world hatches...
managed to scramble away with a limp--
those eggshells, (and mama)
did a number on Shrimp.
Fifty years after, mama's still kicking,
pecking Shrimp's feathers off,
when no one's looking--
Some of her feathers are plucked to the bone-
her skin is bleeding,
she feels so alone.
Mama, she swore that ol'
Shrimp was an odd one,
just a non-Certifiable, sad
Family Problem.
Why, Shrimp was a Horrible, terrible Liar,
such a Bad chicken,
(and an awful flyer!)
But despite the hate,
Shrimp flew higher!
"We can't have that!!"
shrieked the old chicken, cackling
"Let's give her some
Chicken scratch,
and send this one packing!"
Shrimp walked away sad,
but then she got better,
She knows she's not bad,
(despite the mean letter.)
Yes, despite the hate,
Shrimp grew bigger!
"We can't have that!!"
squawked the old chicken Liver,
"I'll give Shrimp her
Chicken scratch,
and give her the boot!"
but Shrimp's feathers shine brighter,
now that she's flown the coop.
Until recently I've lived my life with eggshells under my feet
A specter in my mirror latched onto my shoulder
Weighing me down so that i cannot fly
My wings are broken, tethered to my spine
But I slowly shake off the shackles of sin
The weight of normality sucks me into a whirlpool of repetition,
Easing me into the lifestyle I used to know
It’s so draining to become a slave to your habits.
So i say this with all of the truth in my being,
Live every moment as if it’s your last,
Tell the person who holds your heart that you love them,
I know you want to.
Be reckless and spontaneous and wholeheartedly you
And live your life walking on clouds instead of eggshells.
The egg came before the chicken but some fool sat on it...
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