Poetry

Her Foul Mood (#915)

Constant aggression,
In rapid succession,
Her tone becomes caustic and rude,
The yelling and fussing only underlines her mood,
All she does is bark and yell,
Like this, she’s a living hell,
I hate when she acts this way,
I’m glad she’s not like this every day,
She strikes without cause and without care,
Frustration and anger roll off her tongue, razor dipped,
Must all her commentary be acid lipped?
With the things she tends to say,
Does she not know she drives me away?
Once this mood has tragically begun,
All I want to do is run and run.

Any Thoughts?

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