Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem- inviting trouble February 14, 2017

You see,

sometimes,

you can only handle

a little bit of trouble,

a tidbit,

not a whole,

irritating basket of it.

Sometimes,

you can manage a small inconvenience

a tiny irritation.

You’re the whole basket, baby.

Okay, so no one tells you,

that the braying of your voice hurts their ears,

the ignorance of your opinions hurts their brains,

the narcissism of your monopolizing every conversation

just makes them want to scream at you,

to

just

shut

up.

(That would surely hurt your feelings,

and you want to be nice).

Instead,

you just aren’t invited to the party.

Your presence is a pain that is more pleasant to avoid

if it’s at all possible.

What to do

when you learn of an event and you’re sad to be left out?

What to do, indeed.

Sometimes

you can suck it up and face the pain,

but sometimes,

you can’t.

.

.

.

(Deliberately playing with the subject of the ‘you’ throughout this poem about a catch-22 situation).

 

 
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