There are certain things I am immune to
One, is your sorry ass
Two, I can’t stand your sorry sight
Three, sometimes I want to hit you.
It has been long since I felt
Nothing towards another
There is something about loud mouths
There is more than meets the eye
Well that is my opinion
Don’t mess with me
You don’t scare me
My anger has turned to pity
You may think you are everything
In my world you are nothing but a nuisance.
©thelma migue, 2010
From, the cizoepoetry collection