You inflate
your
paper lungs
with a
hot air balloon
whoosh
and then
you ignite
with a
harsh grasp
gently
squeezing not pulling
the trigger
on the
sugar sweet venom
of your
frag grenade
unsolicited
opinions.
You inflate
your
paper lungs
with a
hot air balloon
whoosh
and then
you ignite
with a
harsh grasp
gently
squeezing not pulling
the trigger
on the
sugar sweet venom
of your
frag grenade
unsolicited
opinions.
Oh, those last three lines. Sometimes we want a listening ear, not criticisms.
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