How many metaphors must I contrive
to understate your cruel and cryptic spite?
How high must I fly, how deep must I dive,
to understand your vindictive delight.
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You are not welcome and yet you arrive
out of nowhere without notice or call.
You are a parasite, dead or alive,
your crass intrusion I loathe and appall.
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To what foul purpose do you next connive
some feckless point to explain your intent?
You are the reckless insurgent, the hive
that festers wanton waste and ill content.
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Without good cause, you, as persistent pest
carry the stench of an unwelcome guest.
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© Tim Grace, 25 January 2024
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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