Poetry Absurdity: Sour Grapes

I have a glass full of something.

Distilled from my greatness.

Take a sip.

You hate the taste.

You can’t help it.

It’s everything you wished it to be.

Go ahead. Take another sip.

You’ll never allow it.

Too sour.

And it’s all your fault.

It’s called sour grapes.

Learn to love the taste.

Published by FlyTrapMan

I have no idea what I'm doing.

9 thoughts on “Poetry Absurdity: Sour Grapes

  1. A goodun, I say. sour grapes and jealousy are powerful and destructive forces both for the one dishing out the wrath and the gullible! receiver. Cannot get enough of pressing the shortcut for this powerful symbol : ❤ my prince of darkness

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      1. See, the trick of it is to let someone else open up the can of whoop ass cuz you’re right; not only is it messy; it can also be quite painful. But yeah, I do like opening cans of worms— no pain, but you get to release some pretty raunchy stuff (like Pandora📦).

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      2. I don’t like the semicolon — it’s too unsymmetrical. The dash is beautiful, simple, and uncomplicated.

        You should use the dash more often! It fits you nicely! Haha.

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